[ his shyness even in the wake of his first orgasm is most endearing, a lovely thing that graves finds himself charmed by. they kiss hard, and graves affords him a taste of himself, thick on his tongue. he can feel it, that mischievous flicker of his tongue against his own -- it's sinful and filthy and everything he chooses to indulge credence with. he gives him what he seeks, tangling their limbs together.
he's taken this first time, he thinks, and this is a prize he will always remember. his beautiful pale boy writhing in pleasure and delight, given over to sensual exploits and blushing so sweetly -- credence is magnificent in his innocence, and his hand moves to curve over his ass, lazily possessive. ]
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[ his shyness even in the wake of his first orgasm is most endearing, a lovely thing that graves finds himself charmed by. they kiss hard, and graves affords him a taste of himself, thick on his tongue. he can feel it, that mischievous flicker of his tongue against his own -- it's sinful and filthy and everything he chooses to indulge credence with. he gives him what he seeks, tangling their limbs together.
he's taken this first time, he thinks, and this is a prize he will always remember. his beautiful pale boy writhing in pleasure and delight, given over to sensual exploits and blushing so sweetly -- credence is magnificent in his innocence, and his hand moves to curve over his ass, lazily possessive. ]
Ointment. Do you have any with you?