[ It's more a sound than breaking the rules, a gasp startled out of him by rough teeth. It's not unexpected, not from Ray, but it is unexpected at least in so much as...well, by definition, biting really isn't something he sees coming. Even relatively gentle biting. Kisses were full of passion, yes, but always strictly (for the most part) above the belt.
Passion, yes. But practicality too.
And now he had to adapt, absorb. He'd done it since his very first meeting with Stanley Kowalski, and he did it now, took a breath to summon his ethical strength and let his meticulously blunt fingernails scrape against Ray's flanks in reciprocation. Rough, but only insomuch as the Mountie can allow himself to be; adjusting his own behavior to mirror Ray's, urging him on, and demonstrating that he could give just as good as he got. This was...different. And it had to be. In fact he'd be surprised if anything was ever really the same after this.
And for the gasp, the almost-syllable, he attempts to absolve himself by pressing back up into the kiss, taking advantage of Ray's lapse to better assault his mouth--again reflecting some of that instinctual ferocity, challenging back in their as yet wordless verbal spar. ]
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[ It's more a sound than breaking the rules, a gasp startled out of him by rough teeth. It's not unexpected, not from Ray, but it is unexpected at least in so much as...well, by definition, biting really isn't something he sees coming. Even relatively gentle biting. Kisses were full of passion, yes, but always strictly (for the most part) above the belt.
Passion, yes. But practicality too.
And now he had to adapt, absorb. He'd done it since his very first meeting with Stanley Kowalski, and he did it now, took a breath to summon his ethical strength and let his meticulously blunt fingernails scrape against Ray's flanks in reciprocation. Rough, but only insomuch as the Mountie can allow himself to be; adjusting his own behavior to mirror Ray's, urging him on, and demonstrating that he could give just as good as he got. This was...different. And it had to be. In fact he'd be surprised if anything was ever really the same after this.
And for the gasp, the almost-syllable, he attempts to absolve himself by pressing back up into the kiss, taking advantage of Ray's lapse to better assault his mouth--again reflecting some of that instinctual ferocity, challenging back in their as yet wordless verbal spar. ]