[The way Fraser so easily comes apart under him is a beautiful sight and sound to behold, something Ray can say, without hesitation, that he caused. All the soft moans and breathy whimpers, that build up so quickly at only an easy movement of Ray's hand and casual- although perhaps a little fierce- teasing at Fraser's ear. He can sense it becoming more difficult for Fraser to hold it, the crescendo of sensations that Ray doesn't think to stop until...
Until a scream that comes far too quickly and far too loudly for Ray to even react to. He should have used a gag, that's what he should have done, but it's a little too late to think on that.
Ray doesn't quite realise the entirety of the situation until Fraser suddenly speaks, his voice sounding odd to Ray's ears after the string of silence he'd enforced, but there's no mistaking the tone as one of urgency. The act of Ray's is dropped immediately, his grip releasing the second the words leave the Mounties lips, and then with all the grace and coordination one can expect from him, he rolls uselessly off the side of the couch, hitting the deck with some force but immediately scrabbling to his feet.
Uncertain what to do with himself, he decides trying to tuck himself in and get his jeans zipped up a top priority, then moving to grab for his discarded t-shirt as the door gives. Really can't work out if it's better to freeze in place and hope he's somehow not seen, whether to dive for a hiding spot, or stand and take his fate.]
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Until a scream that comes far too quickly and far too loudly for Ray to even react to. He should have used a gag, that's what he should have done, but it's a little too late to think on that.
Ray doesn't quite realise the entirety of the situation until Fraser suddenly speaks, his voice sounding odd to Ray's ears after the string of silence he'd enforced, but there's no mistaking the tone as one of urgency. The act of Ray's is dropped immediately, his grip releasing the second the words leave the Mounties lips, and then with all the grace and coordination one can expect from him, he rolls uselessly off the side of the couch, hitting the deck with some force but immediately scrabbling to his feet.
Uncertain what to do with himself, he decides trying to tuck himself in and get his jeans zipped up a top priority, then moving to grab for his discarded t-shirt as the door gives. Really can't work out if it's better to freeze in place and hope he's somehow not seen, whether to dive for a hiding spot, or stand and take his fate.]