[Ray stays back and lets it happen, sat up on his knees to give Fraser the manoeuvrability he needed to get himself up and comfortable. Or as comfortable as one can be in the small space of the couch, handcuffed, silent and waiting, with the heavy weight of Ray taking up most of one end.
He waits until Fraser appears ready, taking the slight twist of the head and view of a pink ear as signal enough. With a huff he heaves himself forward again, knees sliding between Fraser's and bending himself over the Mountie to press chest to back, skin to skin. A hand reaches forward, gripping at Fraser's chin and twisting his head firmly the other way to present a fresh ear, leaning forward enough to press a kiss to a slick temple as a vague reassurance.]
No gaggin' yourself. [Because obviously muffling the sounds is cheating. Ray's hand stays as a burning grip against Fraser's jaw anyway, making sure to keep his head away from the temptation of either hand or couch.
Again he goes for the ear, fresh and untouched until his tongue gives it the same treatment, mixing it with lips and teeth for a light but unrelenting attack. He relies on Fraser's stability and strength in his own muscles to keep himself in place without the use of his arms for support, his free hand now reaching around and under the both of them, fingers trailing a careful touch down the plane of Benton's flat stomach, ignoring the sticky reminder of earlier. It doesn't take long before he's reaching that growing arousal, dusting his fingers across it's length before wrapping tightly around for a sharp squeeze that soon works into lazy strokes, all still aided by his mouth at a delicate ear.]
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He waits until Fraser appears ready, taking the slight twist of the head and view of a pink ear as signal enough. With a huff he heaves himself forward again, knees sliding between Fraser's and bending himself over the Mountie to press chest to back, skin to skin. A hand reaches forward, gripping at Fraser's chin and twisting his head firmly the other way to present a fresh ear, leaning forward enough to press a kiss to a slick temple as a vague reassurance.]
No gaggin' yourself. [Because obviously muffling the sounds is cheating. Ray's hand stays as a burning grip against Fraser's jaw anyway, making sure to keep his head away from the temptation of either hand or couch.
Again he goes for the ear, fresh and untouched until his tongue gives it the same treatment, mixing it with lips and teeth for a light but unrelenting attack. He relies on Fraser's stability and strength in his own muscles to keep himself in place without the use of his arms for support, his free hand now reaching around and under the both of them, fingers trailing a careful touch down the plane of Benton's flat stomach, ignoring the sticky reminder of earlier. It doesn't take long before he's reaching that growing arousal, dusting his fingers across it's length before wrapping tightly around for a sharp squeeze that soon works into lazy strokes, all still aided by his mouth at a delicate ear.]