[Ray had been a little too busy on his knees to notice Fraser's brief crisis of ability when it had come to the switching of roles. He hadn't thought it too much of a stretch to go from one to the other, but it apparently had been an issue enough to need Vecchio's reassurance. Kowalski didn't look during the whole process, didn't even look at Ray shifted forward against the wall, merely moving with the slight shift.
He didn't even look up as that hand tangled into his hair, gripping into the already messed mass of spikes, or as Vecchio continued his murmured approval of Fraser's actions. That wasn't Stanley's job right now, his only focus locked on the earnest exploration of Benton's far too interesting dick. It's not that he's slacking on the rest of this, it's just so, so difficult to focus when he's trying to carefully take mental notes of each and every crease and vein and curve of soft skin against his fingertips.
There's a definite jerk and buckle of Fraser against his hands, but it's not until he feels the bump of Vecchio's hips against his own mouth that he realises that just maybe Fraser might be getting a little carried away. The nails in his scalp and the sharp yank of his hair finally draws him upwards, hands slipping reluctantly free from Benton for the moment as he straightens and squeezes himself in between Ray and the wall.
Stanley looks far too pleased with himself as he pops back up, his smirk far too amused at whatever had got Vecchio swearing at him, although there's just a little something sultry about that curl of lips.]
Hey.
[He leans in without hesitation, head tilting just enough to press that smirk into Ray's lips, allowing himself to curl an arm around the body in front of him and once again reach for Fraser's arousal. This time his hold is a lot more perfunctory, fingers encircling to stroke the length from base to tip and then back again, slow and attentive and he totally swears it's still just for the sake of lubrication and nothing else...]
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He didn't even look up as that hand tangled into his hair, gripping into the already messed mass of spikes, or as Vecchio continued his murmured approval of Fraser's actions. That wasn't Stanley's job right now, his only focus locked on the earnest exploration of Benton's far too interesting dick. It's not that he's slacking on the rest of this, it's just so, so difficult to focus when he's trying to carefully take mental notes of each and every crease and vein and curve of soft skin against his fingertips.
There's a definite jerk and buckle of Fraser against his hands, but it's not until he feels the bump of Vecchio's hips against his own mouth that he realises that just maybe Fraser might be getting a little carried away. The nails in his scalp and the sharp yank of his hair finally draws him upwards, hands slipping reluctantly free from Benton for the moment as he straightens and squeezes himself in between Ray and the wall.
Stanley looks far too pleased with himself as he pops back up, his smirk far too amused at whatever had got Vecchio swearing at him, although there's just a little something sultry about that curl of lips.]
Hey.
[He leans in without hesitation, head tilting just enough to press that smirk into Ray's lips, allowing himself to curl an arm around the body in front of him and once again reach for Fraser's arousal. This time his hold is a lot more perfunctory, fingers encircling to stroke the length from base to tip and then back again, slow and attentive and he totally swears it's still just for the sake of lubrication and nothing else...]