[ at some point his fingers tighten in graves' hair, body twisting like he's trying to escape the over-stimulation of it, the unfamiliar levels of pleasure overwhelming and eye-opening. he whimpers softly, sitting up to watch him, eyes dark and lids lowered.
(the approving hum feels nice both literally and figuratively.)
he doesn't know what to say. he feels like he's blushing from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and he's sure he is, licking his lips and trying to piece back together his orgasm-shattered mind.
eventually he settles on an answer non-verbal and shifts, practically contorting there on the bed so that he can crush his lips against the older man's eagerly, hungrily, fervently, tasting himself on grave's lips and deciding to coyly try and coax his tongue out so that he can taste more--it's sinful, it's filthy, but he's not thinking about that.
perhaps his eagerness is surprising, but hopefully it's pleasing. very slightly shaking hands rest at graves' shoulders after a moment, fingertips pressing in before he whispers, almost comically shy. ]
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(the approving hum feels nice both literally and figuratively.)
he doesn't know what to say. he feels like he's blushing from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and he's sure he is, licking his lips and trying to piece back together his orgasm-shattered mind.
eventually he settles on an answer non-verbal and shifts, practically contorting there on the bed so that he can crush his lips against the older man's eagerly, hungrily, fervently, tasting himself on grave's lips and deciding to coyly try and coax his tongue out so that he can taste more--it's sinful, it's filthy, but he's not thinking about that.
perhaps his eagerness is surprising, but hopefully it's pleasing. very slightly shaking hands rest at graves' shoulders after a moment, fingertips pressing in before he whispers, almost comically shy. ]
It felt like I want more.