[It almost comes as a surprise that the two of them can share a kiss without tearing each other to shreds in the process, that their lips can touch and they can enjoy the company without teeth ripping into soft flesh. Probably for the best considering just how poorly healed his wounds already are and how they're meant to explain fresh ones arriving as the three of them exit this room. God, getting away with this was going to be a miracle in itself but right now he couldn't care less. He wanted this. Needed it, and even someone banging on the door was going to be hard pressed in dragging him away from this.
The kiss breaks as Vecchio twists away, directing Fraser verbally with instructions that Stanley curiously listens in on. He has to line Fraser up? That's not something he's exactly qualified to do, especially not from this angle, but fuck it he'll feel it out as best as he can when the time goes. No different than fumbling around in a dark room, surely.
His eyes only meet back with Ray's briefly before he's quickly distracted by that hand at his waistband, working efficiently on his jeans to free his straining erection within. Stanley's grateful for it. Denim really wasn't comforting for a hard on, even with the boxers between it. He's even more grateful for the fingers curling around him, even if there was nothing gentle about the grip they offered. He doesn't remember Vecchio's hands being that soft. Maybe he was still too drunk last time around, but he was certainly making the most of it this time, jerking into that rough squeeze like he's enjoying it far too much.]
Nothin' new there. [He half moans, leaning in against Ray. Because nothing says personal like having been fucked by the guy who's currently squeezing your dick.
And while he's leaning into Vecchio he pays far more attention to the Mountie over his shoulder, watching with an avid interest as Fraser follows the instructions to the letter, if a little over eager. The grip and lift is excessive but doesn't cause anything beyond a bit of bumping around and adjusting and it'd all soon sort itself out. Stanley helps where he can, bracing himself between the wall and Vecchio, adjusting his grip against Fraser and-- groaning low as Ray distracts with that bump of erections, bringing them together to work them both off. For a second Stanley can't focus on anything but the burning heat of Ray's dick against his, a length of smooth warmth that only gets better as they're rubbed together.
Focus, Stanley, focus. He needed to be that guiding hand for Fraser while the Mountie's grip was steadfast on keeping Vecchio in place.
With a huff of breath against Vecchio's neck, his fingers slid up the length of Fraser's arousal, encircling the head in a loose grip as his thumb lifts just enough to quest against Ray, to find that entrance and get Benton there. And easy enough task, especially thanks to Fraser's preparations, and once he's lined up Stanley's grip stays barely there, ready to drop away at the slightest shifts.
His eyes stay on Fraser's, a nod so barely given that most wouldn't even spot it, or- in Vecchio's case- feel it. Kowalski's breath pants out warmly against Ray's neck and shoulder, distantly amused at the question as he willingly watches every single flicker and reaction of his partner.]
Looks scared shitless. But ready too, beggin' with those big Mountie eyes. Wild, all fuckin' strength and desire like he's gonna give you a ride to remember. God, Fraser, you look so good.
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The kiss breaks as Vecchio twists away, directing Fraser verbally with instructions that Stanley curiously listens in on. He has to line Fraser up? That's not something he's exactly qualified to do, especially not from this angle, but fuck it he'll feel it out as best as he can when the time goes. No different than fumbling around in a dark room, surely.
His eyes only meet back with Ray's briefly before he's quickly distracted by that hand at his waistband, working efficiently on his jeans to free his straining erection within. Stanley's grateful for it. Denim really wasn't comforting for a hard on, even with the boxers between it. He's even more grateful for the fingers curling around him, even if there was nothing gentle about the grip they offered. He doesn't remember Vecchio's hands being that soft. Maybe he was still too drunk last time around, but he was certainly making the most of it this time, jerking into that rough squeeze like he's enjoying it far too much.]
Nothin' new there. [He half moans, leaning in against Ray. Because nothing says personal like having been fucked by the guy who's currently squeezing your dick.
And while he's leaning into Vecchio he pays far more attention to the Mountie over his shoulder, watching with an avid interest as Fraser follows the instructions to the letter, if a little over eager. The grip and lift is excessive but doesn't cause anything beyond a bit of bumping around and adjusting and it'd all soon sort itself out. Stanley helps where he can, bracing himself between the wall and Vecchio, adjusting his grip against Fraser and-- groaning low as Ray distracts with that bump of erections, bringing them together to work them both off. For a second Stanley can't focus on anything but the burning heat of Ray's dick against his, a length of smooth warmth that only gets better as they're rubbed together.
Focus, Stanley, focus. He needed to be that guiding hand for Fraser while the Mountie's grip was steadfast on keeping Vecchio in place.
With a huff of breath against Vecchio's neck, his fingers slid up the length of Fraser's arousal, encircling the head in a loose grip as his thumb lifts just enough to quest against Ray, to find that entrance and get Benton there. And easy enough task, especially thanks to Fraser's preparations, and once he's lined up Stanley's grip stays barely there, ready to drop away at the slightest shifts.
His eyes stay on Fraser's, a nod so barely given that most wouldn't even spot it, or- in Vecchio's case- feel it. Kowalski's breath pants out warmly against Ray's neck and shoulder, distantly amused at the question as he willingly watches every single flicker and reaction of his partner.]
Looks scared shitless. But ready too, beggin' with those big Mountie eyes. Wild, all fuckin' strength and desire like he's gonna give you a ride to remember. God, Fraser, you look so good.