[He can tell Vecchio is coming apart with every thrust and jerk of Fraser's hips, and he can't even blame him for it. Even with another body between him and the Mountie, Stanley can feel almost the full force of every shove, can feel the entirety of his partner's power when desperation and lust take over. It's all muscle, but he already knew Fraser was nothing but refined power, like some sort of high end sports car, sleek and beautiful but all power underneath it's exterior. Fraser's that asshole who can hang off his fingers for hours on end, and it shows in just how capable he is of supporting Vecchio's weight while still pushing onwards.
They play to their strengths, and that's good for Stan. Fraser knows just what both of his partners are capable of and they both know the same for him. Granted, Ray and Ray haven't quite got a read on one another just yet, not to the extent where they can silently signal their intentions, but that's no issue. Communication was the key in intercourse, after all, and Kowalski was fine with verbally trying to boss around the guy he'd pretended to be for so long. He may be the newcomer in all of this, but he liked to think he knew a thing or two about his Mountie, even if they were going to have to share every now and then.
Not that he needed to verbally do anything right now. He was just fine where he was, even if he knew his back would be sore for days to come after quite so long slammed up against it. It was worth it, a few days of pain worth every second of this experience. Ray was never going to be able to see this room properly again without having to hold down a hard on. His career was ruined. There's no way he could be expected to come in here and interrogate, especially not alongside Fraser, when his mind was just going to slide right back to this pounding, gasping mess of limbs. God, he was going to have to learn some self-restraint and he'd never had to do that in his life.
Stanley's left to get a full earful of Ray's scream as it all finally becomes too much, gritting his teeth just slightly against the volume of it and yet taking it for the sake of the team. Sure, he can add half-deaf onto his list of injuries after this little escapade, why not? More important things to deal with right now anyway, like helping Vecchio along with this ride, fingers curling even tighter around them both as he milks out the Italian and helps himself along. With the other's hand dropping, he's left to keep the rhythm up of jerking them off while Fraser keeps up his side of the deal, a true display of team effort as they each read off one another and aid where they can.
With trying to keep that kissing going with Fraser a virtual impossibility for the moment, Stan slips his hand limply away from his partner's cheek, instead dropping to curl a tight grip around the underside of Vecchio's thigh, close to the back of his knee, helping support the boneless weight between them. By the time Ray's through, Stanley's left sticky and sweating but spurred on more than ever, letting Vecchio's spent dick loose to focus on pleasuring himself, arching up into his own hand as he quickens the pace.
He wouldn't be far behind, not when he's got the warm weight of Vecchio against him and Fraser panting ragged so close to his mouth, but right now his hazy gaze is locked on Benton, not wanting to miss a single bit of his inevitable peak. There's no way he couldn't watch his friend lose it.]
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They play to their strengths, and that's good for Stan. Fraser knows just what both of his partners are capable of and they both know the same for him. Granted, Ray and Ray haven't quite got a read on one another just yet, not to the extent where they can silently signal their intentions, but that's no issue. Communication was the key in intercourse, after all, and Kowalski was fine with verbally trying to boss around the guy he'd pretended to be for so long. He may be the newcomer in all of this, but he liked to think he knew a thing or two about his Mountie, even if they were going to have to share every now and then.
Not that he needed to verbally do anything right now. He was just fine where he was, even if he knew his back would be sore for days to come after quite so long slammed up against it. It was worth it, a few days of pain worth every second of this experience. Ray was never going to be able to see this room properly again without having to hold down a hard on. His career was ruined. There's no way he could be expected to come in here and interrogate, especially not alongside Fraser, when his mind was just going to slide right back to this pounding, gasping mess of limbs. God, he was going to have to learn some self-restraint and he'd never had to do that in his life.
Stanley's left to get a full earful of Ray's scream as it all finally becomes too much, gritting his teeth just slightly against the volume of it and yet taking it for the sake of the team. Sure, he can add half-deaf onto his list of injuries after this little escapade, why not? More important things to deal with right now anyway, like helping Vecchio along with this ride, fingers curling even tighter around them both as he milks out the Italian and helps himself along. With the other's hand dropping, he's left to keep the rhythm up of jerking them off while Fraser keeps up his side of the deal, a true display of team effort as they each read off one another and aid where they can.
With trying to keep that kissing going with Fraser a virtual impossibility for the moment, Stan slips his hand limply away from his partner's cheek, instead dropping to curl a tight grip around the underside of Vecchio's thigh, close to the back of his knee, helping support the boneless weight between them. By the time Ray's through, Stanley's left sticky and sweating but spurred on more than ever, letting Vecchio's spent dick loose to focus on pleasuring himself, arching up into his own hand as he quickens the pace.
He wouldn't be far behind, not when he's got the warm weight of Vecchio against him and Fraser panting ragged so close to his mouth, but right now his hazy gaze is locked on Benton, not wanting to miss a single bit of his inevitable peak. There's no way he couldn't watch his friend lose it.]