[ He's actually really impressed that Ray can think beyond the immediate moment, beyond the satisfaction of maybe connecting his foot with Armando's jaw, because a second later he's in there, sliding into the gap, prizing a space between Ray's knees as though he's been granted permission to do it, no teeth missing at all. He's halfway to leaning in against his chest again when he changes his mind, and then he's kneeling between Ray's legs, not giving him any warning at all as he slides his mouth around the head of his erection.
Okay, so it hadn't been the plan. He'd meant to loom over him or...something. Go at him with the stretchers, press the handle of the crop into him, maybe start up with the anal beads or worse, but what he actually does had never been on the cards in the first place. It wasn't Armando, but he reckoned with enough teeth he could pull it off. Besides, he knew he had Ray's attention, and as he filled that ring would tighten, trapping him in that state of arousal for precisely as long as Vecchio decided. That was going to be torture.
He kept just the head in his mouth, the hot swell of his tongue flat against the tip, searching up with the hard point of muscle to dig in where it could. He sucked, hard, and he tried to feel imposing, threatening, as though if he could make himself believe it then he might put that across to Ray. The whole length of him seemed to be vibrating from the device, the feeling of it strange against his tongue, but then nothing about this was regular. Nothing about this was really normal--sucking off the guy who was undercover as you, while you were undercover as a mafioso, torturing him because the Mountie friend that drives you up the wall has gotten himself in trouble with the mob and the FBI again. Not. Normal. Except in their world where this was sort of a par for the course, right?
He pressed a little further down, until his lips almost touched the ring, the vibration making his nose tickle, and then he was drawing his teeth along the length, making sure that Ray could feel the blunt edge of his incisors as they scraped against him. He let his teeth settle against foreskin, holding him there in his open jaws like he was about to bring the portculis down, eyes opening and flicking up to the man above him. Got your life in my hands, his expression said. Wanna see what happens if I bite down? And then he was drawing back, licking a wet stripe along the length of it, and leaving it to fall where it may as he pulled himself up by Ray's hips.
He got very close then, nevermind his concerns that the other man might try and bite his face off. They were almost nose to nose. His hand - the one not holding his weight over Ray - worked down to the vibration, then reached behind it, fingernail scraping hard against Ray's entrance, soft pad pressing against it suggestively. ]
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Okay, so it hadn't been the plan. He'd meant to loom over him or...something. Go at him with the stretchers, press the handle of the crop into him, maybe start up with the anal beads or worse, but what he actually does had never been on the cards in the first place. It wasn't Armando, but he reckoned with enough teeth he could pull it off. Besides, he knew he had Ray's attention, and as he filled that ring would tighten, trapping him in that state of arousal for precisely as long as Vecchio decided. That was going to be torture.
He kept just the head in his mouth, the hot swell of his tongue flat against the tip, searching up with the hard point of muscle to dig in where it could. He sucked, hard, and he tried to feel imposing, threatening, as though if he could make himself believe it then he might put that across to Ray. The whole length of him seemed to be vibrating from the device, the feeling of it strange against his tongue, but then nothing about this was regular. Nothing about this was really normal--sucking off the guy who was undercover as you, while you were undercover as a mafioso, torturing him because the Mountie friend that drives you up the wall has gotten himself in trouble with the mob and the FBI again. Not. Normal. Except in their world where this was sort of a par for the course, right?
He pressed a little further down, until his lips almost touched the ring, the vibration making his nose tickle, and then he was drawing his teeth along the length, making sure that Ray could feel the blunt edge of his incisors as they scraped against him. He let his teeth settle against foreskin, holding him there in his open jaws like he was about to bring the portculis down, eyes opening and flicking up to the man above him. Got your life in my hands, his expression said. Wanna see what happens if I bite down? And then he was drawing back, licking a wet stripe along the length of it, and leaving it to fall where it may as he pulled himself up by Ray's hips.
He got very close then, nevermind his concerns that the other man might try and bite his face off. They were almost nose to nose. His hand - the one not holding his weight over Ray - worked down to the vibration, then reached behind it, fingernail scraping hard against Ray's entrance, soft pad pressing against it suggestively. ]
You want me to do it. I oughta make you beg.