[The reactions and sounds alone are enough to get Ray impossibly hard and desperate to please his partner. Fraser's falling against his hand, arching and pushing into the fingers and groaning out with barely human sounds. Ray might've been concerned were it not for the obvious willingness and enjoyment showed by his partner with each shift of hips. This was pure, sex fuelled want, the pinnacle where nothing else matters but the two of them and their pleasure. Ray's thinks even an axe to the door would struggle to break them up now, even if he merely lay there and drank in Benton's own lust.
And God, there was a lot of it, those eyes staring back at him like soul consuming dark pits, making it virtually impossible for Ray to look away. Fraser could see in side of him, was on him, was clenching tight muscle against him and fuck, if Ray could get this much pleasure from using a single finger, he's not sure how he'll manage when it comes to his cock. But it needs to happen. Has to. Fraser needs something more than a few thick fingers stretching him out and Stanley needs so desperately to give his arousal some form of release.
Still, his finger curls and strokes and works in unison with the hand against him, even as his other hand reaches for that discarded tube of lubricant. Multi-tasking had never quite been his forte, but for today he'd certainly try, one hand distracted by constant ministrations as the other tries the tested method of one-handedly squeezing out a liberal amount from the tube, dropping it aside and reaching between them to handle his own dick.
His lashes flutter the second he feels the warmth of his own hand, gaze still locked on his partner even when viewed through half-lidded eyes. By his own hand he could get himself off in moments, especially like this, but he didn't want that. He needed to be careful, efficient in his touches rather than lingering, fingers curling and shifting only for the sake of giving himself a proper coating against the whole length. A loose grip still encircles the base even as he finally nods to Fraser, his voice barely above a soft groan as he speaks.]
M'ready. Fraser. I need you.
[He'll do as much or as little as his partner needs, already lining up unconsciously despite the fingers still in place.]
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And God, there was a lot of it, those eyes staring back at him like soul consuming dark pits, making it virtually impossible for Ray to look away. Fraser could see in side of him, was on him, was clenching tight muscle against him and fuck, if Ray could get this much pleasure from using a single finger, he's not sure how he'll manage when it comes to his cock. But it needs to happen. Has to. Fraser needs something more than a few thick fingers stretching him out and Stanley needs so desperately to give his arousal some form of release.
Still, his finger curls and strokes and works in unison with the hand against him, even as his other hand reaches for that discarded tube of lubricant. Multi-tasking had never quite been his forte, but for today he'd certainly try, one hand distracted by constant ministrations as the other tries the tested method of one-handedly squeezing out a liberal amount from the tube, dropping it aside and reaching between them to handle his own dick.
His lashes flutter the second he feels the warmth of his own hand, gaze still locked on his partner even when viewed through half-lidded eyes. By his own hand he could get himself off in moments, especially like this, but he didn't want that. He needed to be careful, efficient in his touches rather than lingering, fingers curling and shifting only for the sake of giving himself a proper coating against the whole length. A loose grip still encircles the base even as he finally nods to Fraser, his voice barely above a soft groan as he speaks.]
M'ready. Fraser. I need you.
[He'll do as much or as little as his partner needs, already lining up unconsciously despite the fingers still in place.]