[As Fraser moves, so does Ray, letting the momentum of the tug carry them upright while making sure to keep their bodies connected as much as possible. Ray needs the wet warmth of Fraser's skin against him, loathe to have them part for too long to feel the cool air of the office take over. He needs the assurance, wants Fraser wrapped against him. Clingy could be one word for it, but Ray just prefers the term 'affectionate'.
In hindsight he didn't exactly give Fraser much of a chance to reply before he was sinking teeth into flesh, but it could be included as rhetorical anyway. Whatever the reply is, Ray's still going to see Fraser through to the end with the aid of a skilful hand, eager mouth and excitable body shifts.
The noise issue has all but been discounted now, difficult as it is to punish the Mountie in their current position beyond biting him, which... Ray did before there was even a necessity to bite. It's difficult to punish when pain has become pleasure. Turnbull will just have to listen to Fraser winning this game, because Fraser is definitely winning something.
Ray's teeth never quite pierce skin, but they'll undoubtedly leave a mark, especially with the pressure he sucks and licks against it, a school yard trick. He doesn't care if it can be covered or not, wouldn't even mind the odd glances or careful questions Fraser would get about it. It's Ray's marking on Fraser, to show where he's been. Once he's certain of marking, he moves onwards to the more obvious target, lips dusting kisses across his partner's jawline as they make a path upwards, settling quickly at latching around an earlobe, teeth delicately wrapping around as he sucks softly.
The relative softness from his mouth is countered with a firm, sharp grip of his hand, working with the upward thrust of his hips as he grinds against without shame, his breath breaking out into heavy pants and soft whimpers around Fraser's ear, occasionally mingled with an almost pathetic sounding groan.]
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In hindsight he didn't exactly give Fraser much of a chance to reply before he was sinking teeth into flesh, but it could be included as rhetorical anyway. Whatever the reply is, Ray's still going to see Fraser through to the end with the aid of a skilful hand, eager mouth and excitable body shifts.
The noise issue has all but been discounted now, difficult as it is to punish the Mountie in their current position beyond biting him, which... Ray did before there was even a necessity to bite. It's difficult to punish when pain has become pleasure. Turnbull will just have to listen to Fraser winning this game, because Fraser is definitely winning something.
Ray's teeth never quite pierce skin, but they'll undoubtedly leave a mark, especially with the pressure he sucks and licks against it, a school yard trick. He doesn't care if it can be covered or not, wouldn't even mind the odd glances or careful questions Fraser would get about it. It's Ray's marking on Fraser, to show where he's been. Once he's certain of marking, he moves onwards to the more obvious target, lips dusting kisses across his partner's jawline as they make a path upwards, settling quickly at latching around an earlobe, teeth delicately wrapping around as he sucks softly.
The relative softness from his mouth is countered with a firm, sharp grip of his hand, working with the upward thrust of his hips as he grinds against without shame, his breath breaking out into heavy pants and soft whimpers around Fraser's ear, occasionally mingled with an almost pathetic sounding groan.]