[Well, if Fraser was worried about his desk before, he's not going to be pleased when this is all over. Boot scuffs mix with sweat marks and scratches, and Ray's not at all concerned with digging the heel of his boot right into the edging to anchor him up against Fraser.
With the the build up coming very close to its end and the two of them desperately clinging on, Fraser's words are unsurprising. They act as a reassurance that Ray's doing his job right, that his touches are hitting the mark as well as his presence keeping Fraser eager. He does briefly consider how much of a bad idea this had all been, but with Benton staring down at him with such concentration and wild lust, he starts to doubt if the Mountie is going to regret any of this beyond a few Canadian like apologies. But regret can come later, Ray needs to get over this hurdle first.]
M'here. [He mumbles through a locked jaw, muscles tight as he wrestles with clashing waves of pleasure jolting through him. His eyes lock with Fraser's, although Ray's own stare is broken with slow blinks, furrowed brows and fluttering eyelashes.
With Fraser as close as he is, Ray helps him along, grip tightening just enough to cause a good friction, his thumb smoothing over the head in encouragement. His own response is to jerk himself into Fraser's grip with eager pants, body in constant motion. He won't be far behind, that's for certain.]
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With the the build up coming very close to its end and the two of them desperately clinging on, Fraser's words are unsurprising. They act as a reassurance that Ray's doing his job right, that his touches are hitting the mark as well as his presence keeping Fraser eager. He does briefly consider how much of a bad idea this had all been, but with Benton staring down at him with such concentration and wild lust, he starts to doubt if the Mountie is going to regret any of this beyond a few Canadian like apologies. But regret can come later, Ray needs to get over this hurdle first.]
M'here. [He mumbles through a locked jaw, muscles tight as he wrestles with clashing waves of pleasure jolting through him. His eyes lock with Fraser's, although Ray's own stare is broken with slow blinks, furrowed brows and fluttering eyelashes.
With Fraser as close as he is, Ray helps him along, grip tightening just enough to cause a good friction, his thumb smoothing over the head in encouragement. His own response is to jerk himself into Fraser's grip with eager pants, body in constant motion. He won't be far behind, that's for certain.]