Occasionally. [He reiterates just to rub it in, because obviously he doesn't need Fraser around. It's not like he'd die cold and alone in the wilderness without his buddy. Although Fraser is becoming kind of useful for this sort of thing, even if it is a first.
The tin is accepted silently, giving him a proper chance to take a look and while his hands are otherwise occupied for the moment, Fraser's getting an appreciative little hum for his closeness. His chest rises and falls under Fraser's ear, his breathing and heart rate having slowed somewhat during the latest pause but already picking up again.
It's the feel of the grease- or rather the knowledge of what he'll do with it- that's got him excited again, coating his fingers in it and dumping the tin aside. When his hand traces downwards, he's leaving a slick trail against Fraser's lower back, fingers slipping cautiously between the curve of cheeks and ever so attentively circling against his entrance. There's something careful about Ray's actions, like he so desperately wants to get it right, watching for reactions with his head tilted down and brows furrowed.]
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The tin is accepted silently, giving him a proper chance to take a look and while his hands are otherwise occupied for the moment, Fraser's getting an appreciative little hum for his closeness. His chest rises and falls under Fraser's ear, his breathing and heart rate having slowed somewhat during the latest pause but already picking up again.
It's the feel of the grease- or rather the knowledge of what he'll do with it- that's got him excited again, coating his fingers in it and dumping the tin aside. When his hand traces downwards, he's leaving a slick trail against Fraser's lower back, fingers slipping cautiously between the curve of cheeks and ever so attentively circling against his entrance. There's something careful about Ray's actions, like he so desperately wants to get it right, watching for reactions with his head tilted down and brows furrowed.]