[He does what he's asked of; doesn't move when Fraser's hands lift, doesn't even force forward for a continuation of the kiss, even if he is briefly trying to lean in again before being halted by that trailing thumb. His tongue follows up it's path, wetting his bottom lip.
There's one small issue here, and that's patience. This momentary pause does give Ray a chance to catch his breath- chest heaving against the palm pressed at his ribs as he breath comes in short, sharp huffs- but it's also giving time to think and reflect. Waiting isn't really something he's too good at.
After what feels like minutes, but is more than likely little more than a few short seconds, Ray's whining out a soft noise of impatience, squirming against the Mountie beneath him.]
Fraser. I gotta... I gotta... [He's not sure what he really needs, but laying there doing nothing is going to drive him nuts.]
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There's one small issue here, and that's patience. This momentary pause does give Ray a chance to catch his breath- chest heaving against the palm pressed at his ribs as he breath comes in short, sharp huffs- but it's also giving time to think and reflect. Waiting isn't really something he's too good at.
After what feels like minutes, but is more than likely little more than a few short seconds, Ray's whining out a soft noise of impatience, squirming against the Mountie beneath him.]
Fraser. I gotta... I gotta... [He's not sure what he really needs, but laying there doing nothing is going to drive him nuts.]