[Ray's bound to take something from all of this, but right now he was still trying to work out just what that might be. Being appreciated was certainly somewhat of a bonus, to have his partner suddenly showing an interest in him beyond the work environment and doting quite so avidly on him. It was nice to feel wanted, to finally feel like he wasn't the one constantly doing the chasing to get what he wanted and to have someone who wasn't trying to constantly avoid him no matter how much affection he showed. Fraser already knew what he was getting himself into with someone like Ray but this could still just be a rebound, after all Fraser was missing Vecchio, that was fair enough, and Ray was missing Stella.
Rebound.
He's not sure how he feels about being a rebound for the guy he's covering for, but Benton's doing a good job of persuading him that this might just be worth it.
Those lips do a fine job of keeping Stan's mind occupied, enjoying the dotted kisses that trail against his neck, something he could get used to pretty quickly. It's the teeth he doesn't expect, and the second they sink in against sensitive skin, Ray's hissing out, his fingers digging sharply in against Fraser's shoulder as that adamant sucking draws a bruise to the surface. God, he hasn't had that done since high school and he genuinely doesn't remember them being quite so appealing as right now, even if part of him does want to swing a punch at Fraser for trying such a trick. That innocent asshole shouldn't even know stuff like that.
As soon as it started it seems to end again, Ray huffing out a light noise of annoyance, although he's not entirely sure if he's annoyed at the hickey or pissed that it's ended. He's left to ponder that as he feels Fraser shift against him, lowering himself even as his tongue lapped warmly against Ray's exposed torso.]
Wasn't even quiet cause you said. Just... just had nothin' to say right then. Don't think you-- ah, fucker.
[There he was trying to argue that he's totally not doing what Fraser tells him to, only to be interrupted by teeth at his nipple, getting him writhing just briefly against the mouth.]
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Rebound.
He's not sure how he feels about being a rebound for the guy he's covering for, but Benton's doing a good job of persuading him that this might just be worth it.
Those lips do a fine job of keeping Stan's mind occupied, enjoying the dotted kisses that trail against his neck, something he could get used to pretty quickly. It's the teeth he doesn't expect, and the second they sink in against sensitive skin, Ray's hissing out, his fingers digging sharply in against Fraser's shoulder as that adamant sucking draws a bruise to the surface. God, he hasn't had that done since high school and he genuinely doesn't remember them being quite so appealing as right now, even if part of him does want to swing a punch at Fraser for trying such a trick. That innocent asshole shouldn't even know stuff like that.
As soon as it started it seems to end again, Ray huffing out a light noise of annoyance, although he's not entirely sure if he's annoyed at the hickey or pissed that it's ended. He's left to ponder that as he feels Fraser shift against him, lowering himself even as his tongue lapped warmly against Ray's exposed torso.]
Wasn't even quiet cause you said. Just... just had nothin' to say right then. Don't think you-- ah, fucker.
[There he was trying to argue that he's totally not doing what Fraser tells him to, only to be interrupted by teeth at his nipple, getting him writhing just briefly against the mouth.]