[Of course Fraser is going to pick this moment, of all the moments, to try and jokingly reprimand Ray on his word choice. Trust the Mountie to use his Canadian sense of humour while he's straddling his partner, encompassing every inch of him so fully. For most it might be deemed as totally inappropriate, but for Ray he figures he's used to it by now and merely rolls his eyes with the vaguest of smirks. A silent yeah, yeah, smart ass, now shut the fuck up.
Fraser does at least make it up to him with the movements that follow, obvious understanding to Ray's suggestion as he flexes those muscles. Every single tightening of twist can be felt, travelling down to Ray with such accuracy that he feels like they could be one person right now. He's already perfectly used to reading his partner, anticipating every twitch and shift as something and reading into every facial movement. He knows Fraser inside and out, and this was just an extra layer to him, another level in which he could apply his understanding to, even after being constantly amazed at how far the Mountie's ability stretches. Ray doesn't even need to know where Fraser learned to ride like this, how to manipulate and arch his muscles in such a way that Ray's dick feels like it's constantly being embraced. It's impressive he can even stay upright for that long as he lifts up and down with far too much precision, and has Ray humming out a soft groan of approval.
By the time Benton's dropping to Ray's level, he's ready to embrace his partner, curling an arm loosely around his waist as he (maybe selfishly) lets the Mountie ride him solo for just a little longer, revelling in the shift of slick warmth as he lays back in the comfortable embrace of the bed. It's heaven, laying there with his friend on top of him, so attentively mouthing against skin and rolling his hips and trembling and... and moaning. God, the moaning was delightful.]
Yeah. [Ray gasps out in reply, and finally he replies in movement too, hips rolling against the bed before arching up sharply to meet with Fraser's downwards movement, the extra participation only aiding in getting him deeper. He's quick to read his partner's motion, moving at Benton's pace with a lazy roll down and jerk up with each lift and drive of thos hips against him. It's perfection. Every single bit of them working in unison and deepening their partnership beyond a doubt. This is what they should have been doing all along, reading and responding to each other while learning from arches and moans.]
Totally worth the w-wait.
[Of course he isn't going to argue the request either, uncertain why his hands weren't already all over Fraser but fuck, he's been so solely focused on the shift of his hips, of Fraser's weight against him and, of course, that searing embrace around his dick, that maybe he'd been a little preoccupied. But those few words are enough encouragement, that hand looped around Fraser slipping just a little lower to clasp tightly against a firm cheek, while the other reaches between them. His fingers are quick to find and curl against that eager arousal, burning heat, rock solid and yet smooth at silk against his grip. And he just settles there for a second, enjoying the feel of Fraser in his grip and letting the movement of their hips do the work for him as he hands remains in position. Eventually he moves it, grip just a little tighter to give some friction while his wrist moves to work with their own thrusts, doing his best to match it all together although his coordination might be just a little off while all the blood left his brain some time earlier.]
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Fraser does at least make it up to him with the movements that follow, obvious understanding to Ray's suggestion as he flexes those muscles. Every single tightening of twist can be felt, travelling down to Ray with such accuracy that he feels like they could be one person right now. He's already perfectly used to reading his partner, anticipating every twitch and shift as something and reading into every facial movement. He knows Fraser inside and out, and this was just an extra layer to him, another level in which he could apply his understanding to, even after being constantly amazed at how far the Mountie's ability stretches. Ray doesn't even need to know where Fraser learned to ride like this, how to manipulate and arch his muscles in such a way that Ray's dick feels like it's constantly being embraced. It's impressive he can even stay upright for that long as he lifts up and down with far too much precision, and has Ray humming out a soft groan of approval.
By the time Benton's dropping to Ray's level, he's ready to embrace his partner, curling an arm loosely around his waist as he (maybe selfishly) lets the Mountie ride him solo for just a little longer, revelling in the shift of slick warmth as he lays back in the comfortable embrace of the bed. It's heaven, laying there with his friend on top of him, so attentively mouthing against skin and rolling his hips and trembling and... and moaning. God, the moaning was delightful.]
Yeah. [Ray gasps out in reply, and finally he replies in movement too, hips rolling against the bed before arching up sharply to meet with Fraser's downwards movement, the extra participation only aiding in getting him deeper. He's quick to read his partner's motion, moving at Benton's pace with a lazy roll down and jerk up with each lift and drive of thos hips against him. It's perfection. Every single bit of them working in unison and deepening their partnership beyond a doubt. This is what they should have been doing all along, reading and responding to each other while learning from arches and moans.]
Totally worth the w-wait.
[Of course he isn't going to argue the request either, uncertain why his hands weren't already all over Fraser but fuck, he's been so solely focused on the shift of his hips, of Fraser's weight against him and, of course, that searing embrace around his dick, that maybe he'd been a little preoccupied. But those few words are enough encouragement, that hand looped around Fraser slipping just a little lower to clasp tightly against a firm cheek, while the other reaches between them. His fingers are quick to find and curl against that eager arousal, burning heat, rock solid and yet smooth at silk against his grip. And he just settles there for a second, enjoying the feel of Fraser in his grip and letting the movement of their hips do the work for him as he hands remains in position. Eventually he moves it, grip just a little tighter to give some friction while his wrist moves to work with their own thrusts, doing his best to match it all together although his coordination might be just a little off while all the blood left his brain some time earlier.]
Y'feel so good.