[ he's close, and graves can taste it on his tongue -- the bittersalty precome, how he feels so coiled and eager, held down and sucked off. he does it harder, sucks and licks and greedily draws in every inch of him, head bobbing up and down as his lips tighten around the base of his dick.
his free hand comes to fondle his balls, before brushing a finger between his cheeks, right where he's yearning to be. credence is a virgin and he will be tight, and he loves how he gasps and says his name, so soft but so lovely to his ears.
come, he wants to tell him. come, and graves will swallow every blessed drop of him. ]
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his free hand comes to fondle his balls, before brushing a finger between his cheeks, right where he's yearning to be. credence is a virgin and he will be tight, and he loves how he gasps and says his name, so soft but so lovely to his ears.
come, he wants to tell him. come, and graves will swallow every blessed drop of him. ]