[He spots that bite back of a reply, approves of Fraser's ability to catch himself before he answered. If he can keep this up then there'd be no problems, but judging by how damn noisy he was earlier, this might just a one off. Words are easy to resist, moans are less so.
He lingers to check those cuffs are on and aren't going to cause too much of an issue (Ray is still somewhat conscious of Fraser's comfort even with the act), not minding any slight testing or shifting that might come of it. The order not to touch could have been given without the addition of handcuffs, but they serve multiple purposes; solid physical reminders of the command, the quiet point that those cuffs are Ray's (and by that line of logic also making anyone in those cuffs Ray's), and even making it entirely impossible for Fraser to reach behind him.
He doesn't move from his looming spot for the moment, only lifting enough to place both hands on Fraser's shoulders, his thumbs circling in against muscles, and then fingers soon joining in to start up a firm but relatively skilful massage. He works at any tenseness that lingers between the shoulder blades and around the neck, pressing sharply against knots to knead them out. While he works his lips still remain by Fraser's ear, short, sharp breaths huffing against it.]
Sensitive ears, right? [He recalls with what sounds like a smirk, the words barely leaving his mouth before he lashes out his tongue against the curve of Fraser's ear, lapping against it and trailing down to suckle at his earlobe.]
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[He spots that bite back of a reply, approves of Fraser's ability to catch himself before he answered. If he can keep this up then there'd be no problems, but judging by how damn noisy he was earlier, this might just a one off. Words are easy to resist, moans are less so.
He lingers to check those cuffs are on and aren't going to cause too much of an issue (Ray is still somewhat conscious of Fraser's comfort even with the act), not minding any slight testing or shifting that might come of it. The order not to touch could have been given without the addition of handcuffs, but they serve multiple purposes; solid physical reminders of the command, the quiet point that those cuffs are Ray's (and by that line of logic also making anyone in those cuffs Ray's), and even making it entirely impossible for Fraser to reach behind him.
He doesn't move from his looming spot for the moment, only lifting enough to place both hands on Fraser's shoulders, his thumbs circling in against muscles, and then fingers soon joining in to start up a firm but relatively skilful massage. He works at any tenseness that lingers between the shoulder blades and around the neck, pressing sharply against knots to knead them out. While he works his lips still remain by Fraser's ear, short, sharp breaths huffing against it.]
Sensitive ears, right? [He recalls with what sounds like a smirk, the words barely leaving his mouth before he lashes out his tongue against the curve of Fraser's ear, lapping against it and trailing down to suckle at his earlobe.]