[Ray really was listening, it was one of the few things he could do now that his sight had been taken away from it. If he couldn't see what Fraser was up to, then he'd just have to strain his ears listening, and appreciate what touch he could actually feel. Maybe this was what being a Mountie was like, heightening each sense to make it more rewarding. Hopefully this wasn't part of their weird Canadian training, but then again Fraser had to have learnt all this from somewhere.
With Fraser closing in again, those handcuffs are slipped on, Ray aware of the cool metal felt enclosing loosely around his wrists and the soft clickclick of them locking into place. It was a familiar feeling and yet one he was rarely on the receiving end of. He just didn't really get much chances to wear handcuffs, and that was probably for the best because they rarely meant anything good, except apparently in this sort of scenario.
Out of some odd instinct he tests the bounds, pulling his wrists lightly away from one another to check just how much movement he'd get from it all. Not entirely restrictive, he decides, but enough that he'll probably get frustrated with it within minutes. As always though Fraser soon provides a useful enough distraction as he climbs into Ray's lap with his reassuring weight.]
Touch but don't look, huh? I dunno if that's fair.
[But he appreciates the guidance of his hands to Fraser's torso, settling them close to his waistband the moment there's skin exposed and blindly chasing the shirt as it's lifted off. He briefly moves to dart his fingers over Fraser's shoulders, but as his hands part to do so, they're restricted by a reminding clink and Ray's left to grunt out a noise of frustration and instead lower his exploring back towards well formed abdominals. His touch is careful, partially from uncertainty and partially from lack of sight, but his fingers explore slowly upwards, just slightly uncoordinated thanks to those cuffs throwing him off. He leans in too, just slightly, like the warmth of Fraser's body is just a little too appealing to be away from. It's been some time since he's been up and close with someone else like this.]
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With Fraser closing in again, those handcuffs are slipped on, Ray aware of the cool metal felt enclosing loosely around his wrists and the soft clickclick of them locking into place. It was a familiar feeling and yet one he was rarely on the receiving end of. He just didn't really get much chances to wear handcuffs, and that was probably for the best because they rarely meant anything good, except apparently in this sort of scenario.
Out of some odd instinct he tests the bounds, pulling his wrists lightly away from one another to check just how much movement he'd get from it all. Not entirely restrictive, he decides, but enough that he'll probably get frustrated with it within minutes. As always though Fraser soon provides a useful enough distraction as he climbs into Ray's lap with his reassuring weight.]
Touch but don't look, huh? I dunno if that's fair.
[But he appreciates the guidance of his hands to Fraser's torso, settling them close to his waistband the moment there's skin exposed and blindly chasing the shirt as it's lifted off. He briefly moves to dart his fingers over Fraser's shoulders, but as his hands part to do so, they're restricted by a reminding clink and Ray's left to grunt out a noise of frustration and instead lower his exploring back towards well formed abdominals. His touch is careful, partially from uncertainty and partially from lack of sight, but his fingers explore slowly upwards, just slightly uncoordinated thanks to those cuffs throwing him off. He leans in too, just slightly, like the warmth of Fraser's body is just a little too appealing to be away from. It's been some time since he's been up and close with someone else like this.]