He tilts his head to let Leonard have access, breath coming in heavier as he tries to focus on what he's doing with his hands. Fingers stroke along his inner walls, scissoring and curving, eventually adding another to just try to make sure--

But even Ray's patience is wavering a little, much as he tries to keep himself under control.

Turning his head, his own mouth return to hungrily exploring the other wherever he can leave, mouthing at his skin, nipping here and there. He shouldn't be trying to leave marks behind, probably, but part of it's tempting.