Ray gives a satisfied grin when he ends up on top, almost proud that he got Leonard underneath him, needy enough to squirm and grasp at him. The blunt nails leave his skin burning as they drag up and the friction draws out a deep moan and his hips jerk in response, seeking out more of it before he leans. He can't touch or feel enough though -- everything is just a haze of want.

His mouth moves feverishly over Snart's skin as he plants his hands down on either side of his head for balance. He moves from his neck, down the center of his chest.

"Warm enough yet?" He murmurs against his skin, eyes darting up to try and catch his.