[ It's more than different this time; they're both willing, and sober, and it's less a fight than it is a dance. When he strokes upward, firm and embracing, his hand wrapped as best as it can around both of them, the sensation is all the better for the clarity that comes with it. Alcohol might be good to break the ice, but this sort of coordination - what they were doing now - that required way too much cooperation to manage inebriated.
He almost envied Fraser that. It hadn't taken boozing the Mountie up to loosen up his inhibitions. There was something amazing and also sort of sad about that, like Fraser was someone who'd been starved of human contact so long that he'd put out for anyone who so much as lowered their voice to him.
Worked out well enough for himself and Stanley, though, hadn't it?
Taking in a deep breath as Stanley spoke, Ray pumped twice, pointedly, at the packages in his grip, making sure to be a little too rough out of observing the effort to not get to orgasm ahead of Fraser. This was where it all became a balancing act, where Ray had to be the one to keep his head and make it all line up because as soon as Fraser came this whole house of cards was going to hit the ground one way or another. He could feel Stanley lining Fraser up with him, and he panted out a response: ]
Jesus, Ray. I really wish I could see that. [ He couldn't even imagine it. Maybe they should have done this in Interview Room B. Sure, someone might have been watching them from the adjoining room, but the addition of a mirror behind Kowalski would have completed this whole scenario perfectly. Armando had had a mirror on his ceiling and his headboard, which Ray had found creepy, but for this...anything to be able to look into Fraser's eyes as he pushed inside.
And then the dirty Mountie said "Thank you kindly" and Ray almost blew his load right there. Cheeky bastard, where had that come from? All this newfound confidence. Fraser had been remarkably quiet, but now it seemed he was getting bolder, and as he pushed inside, Ray forgot all about his instructions, just panting softly until the entire thing was over, leaving a hot wet mess on Kowalski's neck. He ached, and it hurt just as expected, and God, he wasn't going to walk right for weeks. No wonder Stanley had been so distracted by Fraser's cock; he was blessed.
Fraser's head fell on his shoulder, pelt of hair against his cheek, but he couldn't see even if he wanted to, couldn't even think, because he was chock full of Mountie, silk hard iron spreading him out, piercing him, holding him aloft Kowalski's hips. Intimate - hah! He'd never known intimate until this moment, crushed between slippery hot body and slippery hot body and genuinely loving (and getting there) both the other men in the scenario. There was just no outdoing this. His Mountie. His Mountie. His dear, sweet Benny. Look at him now.
I feel like I'm inside both of you, Ray.
Holy fucking shit, it was like Christmas. ]
I've died, right? [ His voice sounded hoarse. He might have groaned as Fraser pushed in, but his noises were restrained--they really had to be, considering. ] I'm in heaven. [ Or hell. Maybe hell was all sodomy with your best friend and his new partner, in which case sign him right up. Who wanted to go to heaven anyway? He didn't even like harp music. ]
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He almost envied Fraser that. It hadn't taken boozing the Mountie up to loosen up his inhibitions. There was something amazing and also sort of sad about that, like Fraser was someone who'd been starved of human contact so long that he'd put out for anyone who so much as lowered their voice to him.
Worked out well enough for himself and Stanley, though, hadn't it?
Taking in a deep breath as Stanley spoke, Ray pumped twice, pointedly, at the packages in his grip, making sure to be a little too rough out of observing the effort to not get to orgasm ahead of Fraser. This was where it all became a balancing act, where Ray had to be the one to keep his head and make it all line up because as soon as Fraser came this whole house of cards was going to hit the ground one way or another. He could feel Stanley lining Fraser up with him, and he panted out a response: ]
Jesus, Ray. I really wish I could see that. [ He couldn't even imagine it. Maybe they should have done this in Interview Room B. Sure, someone might have been watching them from the adjoining room, but the addition of a mirror behind Kowalski would have completed this whole scenario perfectly. Armando had had a mirror on his ceiling and his headboard, which Ray had found creepy, but for this...anything to be able to look into Fraser's eyes as he pushed inside.
And then the dirty Mountie said "Thank you kindly" and Ray almost blew his load right there. Cheeky bastard, where had that come from? All this newfound confidence. Fraser had been remarkably quiet, but now it seemed he was getting bolder, and as he pushed inside, Ray forgot all about his instructions, just panting softly until the entire thing was over, leaving a hot wet mess on Kowalski's neck. He ached, and it hurt just as expected, and God, he wasn't going to walk right for weeks. No wonder Stanley had been so distracted by Fraser's cock; he was blessed.
Fraser's head fell on his shoulder, pelt of hair against his cheek, but he couldn't see even if he wanted to, couldn't even think, because he was chock full of Mountie, silk hard iron spreading him out, piercing him, holding him aloft Kowalski's hips. Intimate - hah! He'd never known intimate until this moment, crushed between slippery hot body and slippery hot body and genuinely loving (and getting there) both the other men in the scenario. There was just no outdoing this. His Mountie. His Mountie. His dear, sweet Benny. Look at him now.
I feel like I'm inside both of you, Ray.
Holy fucking shit, it was like Christmas. ]
I've died, right? [ His voice sounded hoarse. He might have groaned as Fraser pushed in, but his noises were restrained--they really had to be, considering. ] I'm in heaven. [ Or hell. Maybe hell was all sodomy with your best friend and his new partner, in which case sign him right up. Who wanted to go to heaven anyway? He didn't even like harp music. ]