The second Fraser's eyes snapped back open and looked at him, Ray knew he was done, there's no way he could resist a gaze like that, so intense, so pleading and so beyond sexy that it was impossible not to blow his load. The words were just an added bonus, Fraser practically whimpering out his name as he rode that wave, riding into Vecchio like a wild man. Just like Stanley had promised from the start. Just like a few fantasies he'd had in the past of Fraser losing it in the moment.
It only took him a few more determined jerks of his wrist to bring himself over the edge, hips jerking up and into his grip, and against Vecchio, spilling over the both of them in such close proximity. He bucks, coming with one long groan that settles in the back of his throat, eyes still trying to stay on Fraser even as they drift out of focus. Standing has it's downsides and this was one of them, Kowalski doing his best to lock his knees and keep himself tight in against the wall in a desperate attempt to keep upright, his her jerking back to meet the solid surface and not caring one bit for the impact. It's okay, he's got a thick skull anyway, and he was far too lost in the moment to worry himself about a minor head bump.
By the time the last few pulsing waves shudder through him, he mostly gives up on the upright thing, holding little concern for where it'll take the other two if he just starts to slide down the wall, back still fully in contact and giving him a pretty controlled drift down.
The floor was good. The floor was great. It wouldn't have been a comfortable option for them to start there, but at the moment it looked just as appealing and just as comfortable as any bed. Screw the amount of bodily fluids that had been scrubbed off it, Stanley would still quite happily lay down and curl up, still with his jeans around his thighs, if he were given half the chance.
So maybe he wouldn't be much use for a while, but hey, he figures they might be able to get a little while longer before someone starts trying to get in the room. They'd staked out in an interview room for longer than this before, and no one was going to miss the three of them for a while, right?]
Nnn, fuck.
[That's his thoughts on the matter. But it sounds like a good fuck. A content sort of 'I just blew my mind and my load at the same time' kind of fuck.]
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The second Fraser's eyes snapped back open and looked at him, Ray knew he was done, there's no way he could resist a gaze like that, so intense, so pleading and so beyond sexy that it was impossible not to blow his load. The words were just an added bonus, Fraser practically whimpering out his name as he rode that wave, riding into Vecchio like a wild man. Just like Stanley had promised from the start. Just like a few fantasies he'd had in the past of Fraser losing it in the moment.
It only took him a few more determined jerks of his wrist to bring himself over the edge, hips jerking up and into his grip, and against Vecchio, spilling over the both of them in such close proximity. He bucks, coming with one long groan that settles in the back of his throat, eyes still trying to stay on Fraser even as they drift out of focus. Standing has it's downsides and this was one of them, Kowalski doing his best to lock his knees and keep himself tight in against the wall in a desperate attempt to keep upright, his her jerking back to meet the solid surface and not caring one bit for the impact. It's okay, he's got a thick skull anyway, and he was far too lost in the moment to worry himself about a minor head bump.
By the time the last few pulsing waves shudder through him, he mostly gives up on the upright thing, holding little concern for where it'll take the other two if he just starts to slide down the wall, back still fully in contact and giving him a pretty controlled drift down.
The floor was good. The floor was great. It wouldn't have been a comfortable option for them to start there, but at the moment it looked just as appealing and just as comfortable as any bed. Screw the amount of bodily fluids that had been scrubbed off it, Stanley would still quite happily lay down and curl up, still with his jeans around his thighs, if he were given half the chance.
So maybe he wouldn't be much use for a while, but hey, he figures they might be able to get a little while longer before someone starts trying to get in the room. They'd staked out in an interview room for longer than this before, and no one was going to miss the three of them for a while, right?]
Nnn, fuck.
[That's his thoughts on the matter. But it sounds like a good fuck. A content sort of 'I just blew my mind and my load at the same time' kind of fuck.]