[ by now credence is practically trembling. there's a nervous anticipation at the feel of his hand shifting back further, but he trusts him even if something anxious coils in his throat. also coiling in him is the pleasure in his gut and the quiet fear of being caught that he's been so gently soothed into trying to relax through.
graves' mouth on his cock is impossible to ignore though and it's not that much longer that sees him turning his head to bury his face in the pillow to muffle himself as he lets out a choked moan--it hits him all at once, the unfamiliar sensation of being brought to completion, of actually allowing himself to come, and his entire body language changes so soon as it hits him, tipping him over the edge.
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graves' mouth on his cock is impossible to ignore though and it's not that much longer that sees him turning his head to bury his face in the pillow to muffle himself as he lets out a choked moan--it hits him all at once, the unfamiliar sensation of being brought to completion, of actually allowing himself to come, and his entire body language changes so soon as it hits him, tipping him over the edge.
he's not writhing but it's close. ]