[ Fraser didn't know quite what to make of it, but there was Ray looking just as into it himself, winking at him reassuringly across the room. He kept his eyes on Ray's eyes as soon as his admiration of the new collar had passed, shivering as he watched Ray gather it reverently out of the corner of his eye.
It was perfect; Red and brown, just his uniform, soft leather, hard leather, it would keep his chin up and his posture correct, just like his uniform. If only it had been embossed with a maple leaf or the badge of the RCMP, he might have even believed that it was made for him alone.
His breath caught. He obeyed the gentle command, raised his chin, and Ray stepped forward and fit the collar snuggly around his neck, then circles around his back to close the buckle tight. All the hairs on the back of his neck raised under Ray's fingers, at the feel of Ray's breath on his skin.
His partner circled again, and Fraser found himself caught in Ray's admiring gaze, hands on his shoulders to keep him still while Lou picked out a chain leash with a solid brown leather handle, and ducked in to clip it on the loop of metal resting against his breastbone.
Since Ray didn't break his gaze, Fraser didn't either, though he did seem to be asking - pleading - for permission to speak. He did after a moment, a soft silky murmur, pouring all the lust and desire he was feeling into his voice so that Lou would hardly recognise it. ]
I belong to you. I did before, but this--God, it's so beautiful. I'll do everything I can to pay you back for your generosity. Everything. [ He tipped his head down toward the hand on his left shoulder. ] Let me start now. Right now. I want to.
[ But there were public venues and public venues, even if Fraser was shivering deliberately, flicking out his tongue, licking his own lips lasciviously. And here was the killer move, the one he had to make to absolutely draw a line between the do-good Mountie Lou knew and the submissive keening in her shop now. He had to be so unlike his everyday self that she couldn't doubt him. So he let the words pour out of him, trying to step forward into Ray's space, to somehow rut against him, despite being held more or less at bay. It was a gesture.
It was going to test Ray as much as it tested Fraser himself. ]
I'm hard for you. Are you hard for me? Let me see. Let me kiss it better.
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It was perfect; Red and brown, just his uniform, soft leather, hard leather, it would keep his chin up and his posture correct, just like his uniform. If only it had been embossed with a maple leaf or the badge of the RCMP, he might have even believed that it was made for him alone.
His breath caught. He obeyed the gentle command, raised his chin, and Ray stepped forward and fit the collar snuggly around his neck, then circles around his back to close the buckle tight. All the hairs on the back of his neck raised under Ray's fingers, at the feel of Ray's breath on his skin.
His partner circled again, and Fraser found himself caught in Ray's admiring gaze, hands on his shoulders to keep him still while Lou picked out a chain leash with a solid brown leather handle, and ducked in to clip it on the loop of metal resting against his breastbone.
Since Ray didn't break his gaze, Fraser didn't either, though he did seem to be asking - pleading - for permission to speak. He did after a moment, a soft silky murmur, pouring all the lust and desire he was feeling into his voice so that Lou would hardly recognise it. ]
I belong to you. I did before, but this--God, it's so beautiful. I'll do everything I can to pay you back for your generosity. Everything. [ He tipped his head down toward the hand on his left shoulder. ] Let me start now. Right now. I want to.
[ But there were public venues and public venues, even if Fraser was shivering deliberately, flicking out his tongue, licking his own lips lasciviously. And here was the killer move, the one he had to make to absolutely draw a line between the do-good Mountie Lou knew and the submissive keening in her shop now. He had to be so unlike his everyday self that she couldn't doubt him. So he let the words pour out of him, trying to step forward into Ray's space, to somehow rut against him, despite being held more or less at bay. It was a gesture.
It was going to test Ray as much as it tested Fraser himself. ]
I'm hard for you. Are you hard for me? Let me see. Let me kiss it better.