[Oh, that's cute. That furious blush that Fraser's directing straight at him like he's never heard anything so dirty. Ray can't help but offer the briefest of winks back at his friend, probably unseen by Lou and yet it wouldn't have mattered even if she'd caught it. He wasn't above teasing his partner, and that can work for this little in character crap they've got going on too. No harm in seeing his little sub squirm and blush for the sake of his own entertainment and convenience, right? That's how this stuff is meant to work. Dom gets what dom wants, even if it is an underwearless Mountie in a leather kilt.
When Lou prompts yet again, Ray follows (yet again), eyes flicking at the nearby displays with a passing interest, but with all the boredom of someone who's seen it all before. He deserves an Oscar for this because right now he'd love nothing more than to gape and stare and poke everything in sight. Maybe another day, after all this is over and done with.
There's a collar brought out that, Ray figures just from the fact it's wrapped away, must be something special, and he's not wrong. Lou presents a fine leather piece, intricate but simple, nice leather and all the tones of browns he's seen in Fraser's uniform every day of their lives. It's hot. Perfect for Fraser and the idea of that with the uniform is close to getting Ray a little too excitable.
Fraser was eyeing it up too, and just by his interest and lip lick alone, Ray knew it was the one. Perfect choice. Good. Great. Greatness.
He reaches for the collar with the sort of carefulness one usually reserves for handling antiques or fragiles, weighing it in his hand for a second before turning towards Fraser and jerking his chin upwards as if asking his partner to do the same.]
Chin up, there's a good boy.
[It fits against his neck snugly, like a perfect fit before he's even done the fastening up. The thickness at the front so much like the stiff wool collar that he can't see it bothering Fraser. he's the one to circle around Benton rather than make him turn, getting in behind to get a better angle on the buckle and tightening it just enough to still fit a finger between the leather and skin to allow for movement. And then he's back around the front, placing both hands on Fraser's shoulders as he stares, nodding slowly while canting his head towards Lou.]
I'll take one of them brown an' chain leashes. What d'you think? Good look, right?
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When Lou prompts yet again, Ray follows (yet again), eyes flicking at the nearby displays with a passing interest, but with all the boredom of someone who's seen it all before. He deserves an Oscar for this because right now he'd love nothing more than to gape and stare and poke everything in sight. Maybe another day, after all this is over and done with.
There's a collar brought out that, Ray figures just from the fact it's wrapped away, must be something special, and he's not wrong. Lou presents a fine leather piece, intricate but simple, nice leather and all the tones of browns he's seen in Fraser's uniform every day of their lives. It's hot. Perfect for Fraser and the idea of that with the uniform is close to getting Ray a little too excitable.
Fraser was eyeing it up too, and just by his interest and lip lick alone, Ray knew it was the one. Perfect choice. Good. Great. Greatness.
He reaches for the collar with the sort of carefulness one usually reserves for handling antiques or fragiles, weighing it in his hand for a second before turning towards Fraser and jerking his chin upwards as if asking his partner to do the same.]
Chin up, there's a good boy.
[It fits against his neck snugly, like a perfect fit before he's even done the fastening up. The thickness at the front so much like the stiff wool collar that he can't see it bothering Fraser. he's the one to circle around Benton rather than make him turn, getting in behind to get a better angle on the buckle and tightening it just enough to still fit a finger between the leather and skin to allow for movement. And then he's back around the front, placing both hands on Fraser's shoulders as he stares, nodding slowly while canting his head towards Lou.]
I'll take one of them brown an' chain leashes. What d'you think? Good look, right?