[That "Mmm" was replied back to with a low hum of his own, accepting and lightly amused because sometimes it really is best if Fraser just doesn't speak. He loves the guy, he really does, and he could admit that in more than just the platonic way now, but there were still times in their lives that the Mountie had ruined a perfectly good moment by opening his mouth and letting words fall out.
Yes, good, put that mouth to better use. Ray's already learning that it's a damn fine mouth, and a skilled one at that. Maybe it's all that licking Benton gets up to, or perhaps he's just read it from some book like he does with so many other things. Doesn't really matter so long as it's good, and Ray responds to it steadily, no rushing or pushing like they'd been doing moments before in the elevator.
Fraser was climbing into his lap, pushing into the kiss and using his weight as leverage. Ray didn't fight it, relaxing under the suggestion as he slid back into the seat, his back settling into the cushioned arm and allowing him to support his partners weight if needed. Both arms curl around Fraser's waist, loose but encouraging, hands settling at his lower back.
This he could manage. This was easy going and relaxing on his jittery, alcohol fuelled thoughts. Grappling and fighting over clothing was an all too appealing notion, but Ray's not sure if he'd lock up the second the underwear came off. No, this was better. This was more like dancing, one step at a time, building up to something beautiful.
He took the invitation of the kiss, chasing Benton's tongue with his own, curling and twisting against teeth and tongue with Ray's usual rapid sort of eagerness, even if the rest of his actions were slow and purposeful.]
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Yes, good, put that mouth to better use. Ray's already learning that it's a damn fine mouth, and a skilled one at that. Maybe it's all that licking Benton gets up to, or perhaps he's just read it from some book like he does with so many other things. Doesn't really matter so long as it's good, and Ray responds to it steadily, no rushing or pushing like they'd been doing moments before in the elevator.
Fraser was climbing into his lap, pushing into the kiss and using his weight as leverage. Ray didn't fight it, relaxing under the suggestion as he slid back into the seat, his back settling into the cushioned arm and allowing him to support his partners weight if needed. Both arms curl around Fraser's waist, loose but encouraging, hands settling at his lower back.
This he could manage. This was easy going and relaxing on his jittery, alcohol fuelled thoughts. Grappling and fighting over clothing was an all too appealing notion, but Ray's not sure if he'd lock up the second the underwear came off. No, this was better. This was more like dancing, one step at a time, building up to something beautiful.
He took the invitation of the kiss, chasing Benton's tongue with his own, curling and twisting against teeth and tongue with Ray's usual rapid sort of eagerness, even if the rest of his actions were slow and purposeful.]