[Ray didn't want this to end. It could never end, because they might not get this chance again, this spontaneity between all three of them to desperate clamber at one another. He hoped, prayed this wouldn't be the last time, not with Vecchio and especially not with Fraser.
Vecchio was more appealing than he had any right to be, and even if the two of them might not ever have anything lasting, Stanley wanted more of this, more of last time, of their rough and tumble fighting and biting. He wanted to show that sort of vicious attention to Fraser some time too, because he knew for certain the Mountie had enough wildness stored in him to bite right back if the opportunity arose. In fact, Stanley wanted to show Fraser every thing he could think of, to try and introduce him to what a real sex life should be like, diverse and interesting and desperate, and okay maybe he's not an expert at this stuff himself, but he knew the basics. Enough that they could experiment.
Perhaps Vecchio would know more, later, when he was in better shape to teach. Right now Stanley's not even sure if he's on the same plain of existence as the two of them, especially not when he was a heavy weight against Kowalski's shoulder, pressing him in against the wall and panting and moaning and hissing wetly into his neck. Stanley encouraged it, leaning into the other in acceptance and his hand pumping out a rhythm with Vecchio that he gradually tries to match up with Fraser's thrusts. He tries to make it last, his grip overly tight and the blunt nails of his fingers scraping just a little too harshly against the silken skin of Vecchio's arousal, stringing in some of that typical pain to match with an over abundance of pleasure.
The thrusts are something he learns to work with, accepting the shoves against the wall and the banging of his spine and shoulder blades against the unforgiving surface, his mind focused on Fraser's tongue against his, on his teeth and that hot mouth. His fingers dug in sharply against Benton's cheek, trying desperately to keep him close despite the shifts and twists of each jerk of hips, his head trying to follow his partners through it all. When there is an accidental break away, he responds with a frustrated nip at Fraser's lips the second they reunite, repeating the process each time like it'll somehow prevent it the next.
Even with the gasped words Stanley stays throughout, feeling his name (and Vecchio's) muttered against his own lips, and thinking just how much he'd love to hear his name said like that from Fraser every single day.]
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Vecchio was more appealing than he had any right to be, and even if the two of them might not ever have anything lasting, Stanley wanted more of this, more of last time, of their rough and tumble fighting and biting. He wanted to show that sort of vicious attention to Fraser some time too, because he knew for certain the Mountie had enough wildness stored in him to bite right back if the opportunity arose. In fact, Stanley wanted to show Fraser every thing he could think of, to try and introduce him to what a real sex life should be like, diverse and interesting and desperate, and okay maybe he's not an expert at this stuff himself, but he knew the basics. Enough that they could experiment.
Perhaps Vecchio would know more, later, when he was in better shape to teach. Right now Stanley's not even sure if he's on the same plain of existence as the two of them, especially not when he was a heavy weight against Kowalski's shoulder, pressing him in against the wall and panting and moaning and hissing wetly into his neck. Stanley encouraged it, leaning into the other in acceptance and his hand pumping out a rhythm with Vecchio that he gradually tries to match up with Fraser's thrusts. He tries to make it last, his grip overly tight and the blunt nails of his fingers scraping just a little too harshly against the silken skin of Vecchio's arousal, stringing in some of that typical pain to match with an over abundance of pleasure.
The thrusts are something he learns to work with, accepting the shoves against the wall and the banging of his spine and shoulder blades against the unforgiving surface, his mind focused on Fraser's tongue against his, on his teeth and that hot mouth. His fingers dug in sharply against Benton's cheek, trying desperately to keep him close despite the shifts and twists of each jerk of hips, his head trying to follow his partners through it all. When there is an accidental break away, he responds with a frustrated nip at Fraser's lips the second they reunite, repeating the process each time like it'll somehow prevent it the next.
Even with the gasped words Stanley stays throughout, feeling his name (and Vecchio's) muttered against his own lips, and thinking just how much he'd love to hear his name said like that from Fraser every single day.]