[It was like being a teen all over again. Like first times and a total inability to control himself, where every little shift or change would risk him blowing his load right then and there. He feels like he should be embarrassed about it, about how little he can keep control of himself, but right now he can't feel anything beyond Fraser. Fraser was his everything, like a mantra recited in his head, over and over and over and over. Fraser, Fraser, Fraser--]
Fraser...
[Barely mumbled as lips lightly pressed to his, his eyes fluttering open- he can't even remember when or why he shut them. Benton's muttering something. Something that Ray can barely grasp onto beyond encouragement and the occasional word between. He could stop him? Ray's not sure anything could stop him with what he's got pent up, but he trusts his partner. This is the man that only minutes ago was pleasuring himself with far too much knowledge for it to be a one off. It might be possible. Just might.
Ray can only grunt out the slightest of acknowledgements before his partner sits up again, reaching around for a touch that has Kowalski's skin crawling, muscles tightening under the delicate but coarse grip of that hand, his balls responding to the touch, along with every other part of his body twitching wildly.
It doesn't take much from Fraser to set Stanley off again, that far too talented balance and aim (where the fuck does he learn this stuff?) and the pace of a warm, slick embrace and smooth shift upward far, far too quick to do anything but cause Ray to writhe and buck under the Mountie. His teeth dug in sharply against his lip again and his grip at Fraser's hips was white knuckled at the peak of it, the cue so perfectly obvious as everything starts to line up; the tense of muscles, the arch of his back, the tightening against the palm cradling him and, if it all wasn't obvious enough, Ray's panting groan of warning.]
Oh Gad, I'm gonna--
[Or he would, if he had his own way, because hitting that peak would feel damn nice right about now, no matter what goodness Fraser's promising. But no, this is for Fraser just as much as it was for Ray, they needed to do this together. Work together like they always do.]
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Fraser...
[Barely mumbled as lips lightly pressed to his, his eyes fluttering open- he can't even remember when or why he shut them. Benton's muttering something. Something that Ray can barely grasp onto beyond encouragement and the occasional word between. He could stop him? Ray's not sure anything could stop him with what he's got pent up, but he trusts his partner. This is the man that only minutes ago was pleasuring himself with far too much knowledge for it to be a one off. It might be possible. Just might.
Ray can only grunt out the slightest of acknowledgements before his partner sits up again, reaching around for a touch that has Kowalski's skin crawling, muscles tightening under the delicate but coarse grip of that hand, his balls responding to the touch, along with every other part of his body twitching wildly.
It doesn't take much from Fraser to set Stanley off again, that far too talented balance and aim (where the fuck does he learn this stuff?) and the pace of a warm, slick embrace and smooth shift upward far, far too quick to do anything but cause Ray to writhe and buck under the Mountie. His teeth dug in sharply against his lip again and his grip at Fraser's hips was white knuckled at the peak of it, the cue so perfectly obvious as everything starts to line up; the tense of muscles, the arch of his back, the tightening against the palm cradling him and, if it all wasn't obvious enough, Ray's panting groan of warning.]
Oh Gad, I'm gonna--
[Or he would, if he had his own way, because hitting that peak would feel damn nice right about now, no matter what goodness Fraser's promising. But no, this is for Fraser just as much as it was for Ray, they needed to do this together. Work together like they always do.]