A hand in his hair, tugging it enough to leave his scalp stinging a bit draws out a surprised gasp -- surprised and pleased... and if he had two brain cells that weren't wrapped up in how Snart tastes, how he feels, then maybe he'd be wondering why he's doing this now. He's barely even been here and he's already in bed, and with a former teammate.
But if he's honest, he doesn't feel much regret over his decision either.
His hips twitch forward into the hand that wraps around him, breath catching in Ray's throat. Ray's never been one to hide his emotions -- they run across his face so easily with the way his brows furrow, with the way his expression pinches up with pleasure.
He responds by tightening his own grip over Leonard, tracing his thumb over him as his gaze falls down between their bodies, watching their hands. A thrill of pleasure goes through him at the sight.
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But if he's honest, he doesn't feel much regret over his decision either.
His hips twitch forward into the hand that wraps around him, breath catching in Ray's throat. Ray's never been one to hide his emotions -- they run across his face so easily with the way his brows furrow, with the way his expression pinches up with pleasure.
He responds by tightening his own grip over Leonard, tracing his thumb over him as his gaze falls down between their bodies, watching their hands. A thrill of pleasure goes through him at the sight.