[Almost amazing how, out of the two of them, it's Fraser that's losing himself. How that glazed look and far away feel- which Ray had picked up on- was happening from the usually controlled Mountie rather than the out of control cop. But maybe that's what happens when you keep yourself locked up so tightly, when you finally open the floodgates. Ray, on the other hand, is very good at controlling the out of control. He's used to his mind racing a hundred miles an hour, used to having his emotions sizzling and his body shivering with anticipation, used to the knots of anxiety in his stomach and the flighty instincts of his body. This isn't beyond affecting him, not by any means, but there's something a little more aware about his light moans and quiet writhes.
At least Fraser's not beyond speech, if one can call those few gasped words that. But Ray gets what the Mountie means and he's nodding his distant approval. He gets what Fraser's aiming for and his answer to virtually all of it is a resounding yes.]
Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. [Huffed out with satisfaction as his hips still arch unconsciously into the touch, even that hard clamp down from earlier getting little more than a guttural growl from him. Maybe he likes that sort of thing, maybe he's just aware it's not on purpose, either way he doesn't complain.
He sees the struggle behind Fraser's eyes enough to halt the movements of his hand for a moment, still maintaining a loose grip while his other hand reaches up to cup Fraser's chin.] C'mere. Hey, hey, stay with me.
[He lifts himself enough to make contact, lips very briefly brushing against Fraser's before he diverts his attention to that abused bottom lip, sucking on it lightly as his tongue soothes against it.]
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At least Fraser's not beyond speech, if one can call those few gasped words that. But Ray gets what the Mountie means and he's nodding his distant approval. He gets what Fraser's aiming for and his answer to virtually all of it is a resounding yes.]
Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. [Huffed out with satisfaction as his hips still arch unconsciously into the touch, even that hard clamp down from earlier getting little more than a guttural growl from him. Maybe he likes that sort of thing, maybe he's just aware it's not on purpose, either way he doesn't complain.
He sees the struggle behind Fraser's eyes enough to halt the movements of his hand for a moment, still maintaining a loose grip while his other hand reaches up to cup Fraser's chin.] C'mere. Hey, hey, stay with me.
[He lifts himself enough to make contact, lips very briefly brushing against Fraser's before he diverts his attention to that abused bottom lip, sucking on it lightly as his tongue soothes against it.]