[This was like a dream. A really filthy, ball grabbing, sheet soaking dream. There's no way this could all be real, not when all three of them were pushed against each other, sweating and panting and full of desire in the middle of their workplace. This was fantasy, not reality. A poorly written plot in some porno, just like a few days ago when he was cuffed to the bed and screwed by the man he'd been covering for. And yet with every rough jerk of that hand wrapped around him he was reminded just how real this was, far more effective than any pinch in proving that he's awake.
Fraser doesn't help matters with his words, that 'thank you kindly' like some ridiculous little trope that he uses to get them both moaning. Just moments ago Fraser was some blushing, clueless little Mountie begging for direction, and now he's being a smug asshole. It's so typically Benton that Ray can't help but find it ridiculously hot and admittedly just a little too amusing as he huffs out a few stuttered breaths against Vecchio that might just be laughter. It's just like Fraser to use those Canadian wiles of his even when about to drive into his former partner.
From then on Stanley's intent to watch, peering at Vecchio from the corner of his eye as the Italian breathes wetly against him, and flicking his sights between that and Fraser's fight for control with the obvious burning desire to just slam into that tightness. They looked good, both of them, working together like that achieve something that might just be pure fucking perfection. Stanley felt part of it rather than a third wheel, practically attached to Vecchio by the hip and able to watch Fraser from over his shoulder. And there was Fraser staring right back, saying Ray's name- both Ray's- with such wanting, involving them both in every part of this.
One of Stanley's hands reaches between himself and Ray and wraps around their two lengths from the other side, his fingers brushing against Ray's to fully encompass them both. He feels it all out, trying to work with the movements of the other, stroking and pumping and even squeezing when needed. He was as rough as Vecchio was, groaning into each tight squeeze even by his own hands.
This was heaven, Ray was right about that. Every bit of it was amazing.
There's only one thing he needs to make this flawless and he can achieve it immediately, his other hand reaching forth to cup the side of Fraser's face, fingers stroking against a damp cheek as he leans in, breath huffing against his partner's lips.]
You're doin' so good, Fraser. So, so good. C'mere. [And then he's kissing his partner, wasting no time in pushing that tongue forward to get involved, wet and easy and moaning against his mouth.]
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Fraser doesn't help matters with his words, that 'thank you kindly' like some ridiculous little trope that he uses to get them both moaning. Just moments ago Fraser was some blushing, clueless little Mountie begging for direction, and now he's being a smug asshole. It's so typically Benton that Ray can't help but find it ridiculously hot and admittedly just a little too amusing as he huffs out a few stuttered breaths against Vecchio that might just be laughter. It's just like Fraser to use those Canadian wiles of his even when about to drive into his former partner.
From then on Stanley's intent to watch, peering at Vecchio from the corner of his eye as the Italian breathes wetly against him, and flicking his sights between that and Fraser's fight for control with the obvious burning desire to just slam into that tightness. They looked good, both of them, working together like that achieve something that might just be pure fucking perfection. Stanley felt part of it rather than a third wheel, practically attached to Vecchio by the hip and able to watch Fraser from over his shoulder. And there was Fraser staring right back, saying Ray's name- both Ray's- with such wanting, involving them both in every part of this.
One of Stanley's hands reaches between himself and Ray and wraps around their two lengths from the other side, his fingers brushing against Ray's to fully encompass them both. He feels it all out, trying to work with the movements of the other, stroking and pumping and even squeezing when needed. He was as rough as Vecchio was, groaning into each tight squeeze even by his own hands.
This was heaven, Ray was right about that. Every bit of it was amazing.
There's only one thing he needs to make this flawless and he can achieve it immediately, his other hand reaching forth to cup the side of Fraser's face, fingers stroking against a damp cheek as he leans in, breath huffing against his partner's lips.]
You're doin' so good, Fraser. So, so good. C'mere. [And then he's kissing his partner, wasting no time in pushing that tongue forward to get involved, wet and easy and moaning against his mouth.]