[ And his eyebrows quirk in a sort of: Nice of you to join us, asshole sort of gesture, which is more playful than mean.
Since they've already established that keeping hold of handfuls of Kowalski's hair during this process is a fucking terrible idea, Ray drops his hand back down, keeping the other braced against the wall behind Stanley's neck to support his weight. The other fell to his hip, but only for a moment, only long enough for him to distract himself briefly with smudging a too-dry kiss against Stanley's mouth. That was maybe the gentlest kiss they'd shared since this whole thing had started days ago, no biting or tongue lashing or fighting for any kind of control. Miraculous, really.
But maybe that was all for contrast. Ray, out of all of them perhaps, had the clearest picture of where this was going, having been in situations like this before. Fraser would get the pleasure, Ray would get the pain - probably fortunately considering he'd never last otherwise - and Stanley would get the show--that was how this worked. Maybe down on the floor it might have been swirling limbs as they all got lost in each other, not knowing whose hand was whose, but up here the only thing that mattered was muscle and staying power; it was raw power, and Fraser had to be the foundation. Fortunately Ray knew that out of the three of them, Fraser had power and muscle going for him. It wasn't going to be a problem. And this position had the added advantage of keeping the usually fitful Kowalski relatively still.
He turned his head away from that mouth, speaking low and dark over his shoulder, his eyelids drooped with anticipation. ]
Listen to me, Benny. In a minute, I want you to stop with the fingers, they're not gonna do me any more good. Ray's gonna help you line up. Your hands have got to be underneath me. You're gonna have to lift me up over your hips, and keep me up there--it'll be easier once we get moving.
As for you.
[ Eyes back on Stanley now, and his hand slipped across Stanley's waistband, following the path Fraser's had followed only with no such hesitation as the Canadian had spared. He popped the button and pulled down Stanley's fly, pushing his jeans and underwear down off one hip before reaching in far enough to spring his arousal free. It was a hold-no-punches disrobing, and left Stanley only as stripped as was necessary to wrap his hand roughly around him. His hands were still way too soft; Vegas, paperwork and handcream soft. He gave a rough little squeeze, not engendering even the slightest of mimicry to the gentle wandering touches Stanley was giving Fraser behind him. ]
You and me, we're gonna get real personal. You ready for that?
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[ And his eyebrows quirk in a sort of: Nice of you to join us, asshole sort of gesture, which is more playful than mean.
Since they've already established that keeping hold of handfuls of Kowalski's hair during this process is a fucking terrible idea, Ray drops his hand back down, keeping the other braced against the wall behind Stanley's neck to support his weight. The other fell to his hip, but only for a moment, only long enough for him to distract himself briefly with smudging a too-dry kiss against Stanley's mouth. That was maybe the gentlest kiss they'd shared since this whole thing had started days ago, no biting or tongue lashing or fighting for any kind of control. Miraculous, really.
But maybe that was all for contrast. Ray, out of all of them perhaps, had the clearest picture of where this was going, having been in situations like this before. Fraser would get the pleasure, Ray would get the pain - probably fortunately considering he'd never last otherwise - and Stanley would get the show--that was how this worked. Maybe down on the floor it might have been swirling limbs as they all got lost in each other, not knowing whose hand was whose, but up here the only thing that mattered was muscle and staying power; it was raw power, and Fraser had to be the foundation. Fortunately Ray knew that out of the three of them, Fraser had power and muscle going for him. It wasn't going to be a problem. And this position had the added advantage of keeping the usually fitful Kowalski relatively still.
He turned his head away from that mouth, speaking low and dark over his shoulder, his eyelids drooped with anticipation. ]
Listen to me, Benny. In a minute, I want you to stop with the fingers, they're not gonna do me any more good. Ray's gonna help you line up. Your hands have got to be underneath me. You're gonna have to lift me up over your hips, and keep me up there--it'll be easier once we get moving.
As for you.
[ Eyes back on Stanley now, and his hand slipped across Stanley's waistband, following the path Fraser's had followed only with no such hesitation as the Canadian had spared. He popped the button and pulled down Stanley's fly, pushing his jeans and underwear down off one hip before reaching in far enough to spring his arousal free. It was a hold-no-punches disrobing, and left Stanley only as stripped as was necessary to wrap his hand roughly around him. His hands were still way too soft; Vegas, paperwork and handcream soft. He gave a rough little squeeze, not engendering even the slightest of mimicry to the gentle wandering touches Stanley was giving Fraser behind him. ]
You and me, we're gonna get real personal. You ready for that?