[Not thinking is something Ray's very very familiar with and it aids him perfectly in the scenario they've found themselves in. He shoves aside his thoughts in favour of those fabled instincts of his, every single part of him focused on lips and touch and building desires.
All that pent up energy comes off him in waves. Those muscles shivering against Fraser have nothing to do with the cold, and when combined with a quickened pulse and heaving chest, his eagerness is more than apparent. Ray throws himself entirely into it; he's always been an all or nothing kind of guy. There's even a sense of physically throwing himself into it too, his weight pushing heavily against Fraser, the hand at his shoulder shoving and kneading, unconsciously working at that knot against the muscle while he uses the grip for leverage.
The voice does bring some reality back to him, as reluctant as he is to acknowledge anything beyond what's between them. But just as he starts to consider how much of a bad idea this might be, he feels Fraser's grip tighten, a silent stay despite the interruption. He does halt though, long enough to pant out a few heavy breaths but keeping close enough that their lips have barely parted. And there's juuust enough time to reply with a low:] Shut up, Fraser. [There's some agitation behind it, enough that a threat of punching or kicking would usually follow it, but rather than waste more breath on such an obvious warning, he instead makes it decidedly more difficult for Fraser to even consider a reply. With his head tilting enough to gain a better angle, he forces his tongue forward, wrestling against his partner's like he's daring him to argue.]
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All that pent up energy comes off him in waves. Those muscles shivering against Fraser have nothing to do with the cold, and when combined with a quickened pulse and heaving chest, his eagerness is more than apparent. Ray throws himself entirely into it; he's always been an all or nothing kind of guy. There's even a sense of physically throwing himself into it too, his weight pushing heavily against Fraser, the hand at his shoulder shoving and kneading, unconsciously working at that knot against the muscle while he uses the grip for leverage.
The voice does bring some reality back to him, as reluctant as he is to acknowledge anything beyond what's between them. But just as he starts to consider how much of a bad idea this might be, he feels Fraser's grip tighten, a silent stay despite the interruption. He does halt though, long enough to pant out a few heavy breaths but keeping close enough that their lips have barely parted. And there's juuust enough time to reply with a low:] Shut up, Fraser. [There's some agitation behind it, enough that a threat of punching or kicking would usually follow it, but rather than waste more breath on such an obvious warning, he instead makes it decidedly more difficult for Fraser to even consider a reply. With his head tilting enough to gain a better angle, he forces his tongue forward, wrestling against his partner's like he's daring him to argue.]