[ he can practically hear him begging for more. the muffled moans and whispers of his name, the way credence is so reactive, his fingers tight in his hair. graves enjoys all of it, savoring the effect he has on this boy, how he plays him like his favorite instrument -- makes him sing so sweetly.
and yet there is more to come, before he leaves his balls and licks a stripe down his cock, sucking gently on the head of it, lips closing wetly around him before taking him into his mouth inch by inch. the lewd, sensusous sound of graves sucking his cock is soft but audible, wet and slick and obscene, as is he between his boy's legs, offering him pleasure only dreamed about in the darkest of night.
he holds his hips down firmly before he takes him deeper, deeper, until the head of his cock presses against the back of his throat and graves is wonderfully, powerfully charmed. he licks and sucks and plays with him, enjoying the feel and shape of his cock in his mouth. he doesn't look away, eyes dark and full of promise. he has him now, and he will never let him go. ]
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and yet there is more to come, before he leaves his balls and licks a stripe down his cock, sucking gently on the head of it, lips closing wetly around him before taking him into his mouth inch by inch. the lewd, sensusous sound of graves sucking his cock is soft but audible, wet and slick and obscene, as is he between his boy's legs, offering him pleasure only dreamed about in the darkest of night.
he holds his hips down firmly before he takes him deeper, deeper, until the head of his cock presses against the back of his throat and graves is wonderfully, powerfully charmed. he licks and sucks and plays with him, enjoying the feel and shape of his cock in his mouth. he doesn't look away, eyes dark and full of promise. he has him now, and he will never let him go. ]