Maybe stopping for a moment, but not entirely. It took Ripley a few moments to work up the ability to force them both to still. He groaned, a painful sound of protest even as he did, hand catching Graham's wrist to still his as well. But he did not stay still for long, dragging Graham's pants the rest of the way down, his lips brushing the other man's leg on the way down and he was kicking his own pants off as well.

He wasn't really thinking about mechanics of this right now, but he needed more, and he needed it now

"Just, fuck, just need you, Graham. Need you every where. Please." And his words were desperate, a keen in his throat. God. He was falling apart.

"Please."