[Vecchio was right to suspect some form of revenge eventually. Stanley had certainly thought about it enough, although he hadn't come up with any solid plan beyond 'get him back good and hard'. This would do, though. This would do nicely, and the fact it came with the package deal of a Mountie was even better. If he was honest, he's vaguely jealous of lining Ray up for this rather than setting Fraser on himself, but there was plenty of time for that. This was about showing up the Italian and getting him back for some of the shit he'd pulled days before. The revenge wasn't even malicious, Kowalski showing no actual grudge for what he was put through, it was just a thing that had to be done for the sake of face and, in some odd way, to show he was entirely fine with what had occurred.
He could feel Ray twitch against him, hear his low groan against the work of Stanley and Benton's ministrations. But there's also a sound of complaint, and trust Vecchio to have something to say about the whole ordeal.
Stanley distantly hears the name 'Benny' and ignores it, keeping up the work of his teeth and tongue and curling finger until he feels the brush of a rough hand against his cheek. He pauses long enough to flick his gaze upwards, meeting Fraser's eyes from over the top of Vecchio's shoulder, his lips remaining at that crease of skin even as he considers. Fraser was looking to him for direction and while Kowalski couldn't help but find it endearing, he also can't help but think he's really not qualified to lead this.]
Let him go. Here, take over and let me uh...
[His free hand lifts to pass over the lubricant for Fraser's usage and, without fuss, slides his finger free. Kowalski stays where he is, breath still huffing lightly against Vecchio's skin as his slick hand ventures further back, between the two bodies to fumble for Fraser's breeches. The space between them is limited but it's enough for him to blindly work at the fastenings, even as ridiculously complex as they are. If he can't be the first one to let Benton take him, he can at least be the first to touch his dick, as sacred and fucking mysterious as it is.
It feels like a lifetime (but likely only seconds) for him to successfully get everything unfastened, fingers carelessly leaving slick trails against Benton's uniform as they curl into the waistband of breeches and underwear and wriggle downwards to freedom. Stanley doesn't even need to see it to know that the cock- bare to the world now that it's out of it's confines- was a ridiculously fine piece of organ, and he has absolutely no trouble finding it on the easy reach under.
Lubricated fingers curl far too eagerly, barely moving beyond careful, barely distinguished strokes, like he's trying to get a full feel of Fraser before he even starts any actual movement, trying to take every inch into account. Ray's getting distinctly less attention from Kowalski now, but he does still get a steady working of that tongue, still at that same spot as he pants wetly against the skin there.]
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He could feel Ray twitch against him, hear his low groan against the work of Stanley and Benton's ministrations. But there's also a sound of complaint, and trust Vecchio to have something to say about the whole ordeal.
Stanley distantly hears the name 'Benny' and ignores it, keeping up the work of his teeth and tongue and curling finger until he feels the brush of a rough hand against his cheek. He pauses long enough to flick his gaze upwards, meeting Fraser's eyes from over the top of Vecchio's shoulder, his lips remaining at that crease of skin even as he considers. Fraser was looking to him for direction and while Kowalski couldn't help but find it endearing, he also can't help but think he's really not qualified to lead this.]
Let him go. Here, take over and let me uh...
[His free hand lifts to pass over the lubricant for Fraser's usage and, without fuss, slides his finger free. Kowalski stays where he is, breath still huffing lightly against Vecchio's skin as his slick hand ventures further back, between the two bodies to fumble for Fraser's breeches. The space between them is limited but it's enough for him to blindly work at the fastenings, even as ridiculously complex as they are. If he can't be the first one to let Benton take him, he can at least be the first to touch his dick, as sacred and fucking mysterious as it is.
It feels like a lifetime (but likely only seconds) for him to successfully get everything unfastened, fingers carelessly leaving slick trails against Benton's uniform as they curl into the waistband of breeches and underwear and wriggle downwards to freedom. Stanley doesn't even need to see it to know that the cock- bare to the world now that it's out of it's confines- was a ridiculously fine piece of organ, and he has absolutely no trouble finding it on the easy reach under.
Lubricated fingers curl far too eagerly, barely moving beyond careful, barely distinguished strokes, like he's trying to get a full feel of Fraser before he even starts any actual movement, trying to take every inch into account. Ray's getting distinctly less attention from Kowalski now, but he does still get a steady working of that tongue, still at that same spot as he pants wetly against the skin there.]