[ his mouth, is it? graves' surprise becomes sharp, predatory delight when he realizes just what credence is doing, how his foot so delicately but firmly presses him down to where he wants him. no one has ever dared to do this with him before, none of his previous lovers save this one, who outshines them all. credence is safe with him, loved, because graves does not make promises he cannot keep.
he allows himself to be maneuvered to where credence wants him, impossibly turned on by that bold move. he can see the outline of his cock right here, and how it's obvious that he's not wearing a thing underneath. the pressure against his shoulder unrelenting, graves' smile betrays his pleasure; he does delight in a partner that is bold and confident, and that blush across pale cheeks is enough for graves to be almost entirely hard.
reaching up, he snags the waistband of his pajama pants, sliding it off his hips while letting it catch onto the spread of his thighs, enough to expose credence's lovely nakedness to the cool air of the room, how his cock rests against a thigh. all of him, graves thinks -- all of him is exquisite, and he can't help a warm curl of anticipation, a desire burning under his skin. ]
I've waited long enough for this, Credence. [ he murmurs, leaning forward, fingers hooked in his trousers and his mouth coming to press down the length of his cock, nestled in those lovely dark curls. one kiss, two, three; this is where percival graves worships, and his mouth parts to lay a soft kiss and a lick against the head of his dick, slow and deliberate. a taste of him, heady and intoxicating.
he could do this all damn night, suck him off again, again and again, just to have a taste of him in his mouth. he tugs on the pajama pants again, insistent, moving now so that he's above instead of between his legs. ]
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he allows himself to be maneuvered to where credence wants him, impossibly turned on by that bold move. he can see the outline of his cock right here, and how it's obvious that he's not wearing a thing underneath. the pressure against his shoulder unrelenting, graves' smile betrays his pleasure; he does delight in a partner that is bold and confident, and that blush across pale cheeks is enough for graves to be almost entirely hard.
reaching up, he snags the waistband of his pajama pants, sliding it off his hips while letting it catch onto the spread of his thighs, enough to expose credence's lovely nakedness to the cool air of the room, how his cock rests against a thigh. all of him, graves thinks -- all of him is exquisite, and he can't help a warm curl of anticipation, a desire burning under his skin. ]
I've waited long enough for this, Credence. [ he murmurs, leaning forward, fingers hooked in his trousers and his mouth coming to press down the length of his cock, nestled in those lovely dark curls. one kiss, two, three; this is where percival graves worships, and his mouth parts to lay a soft kiss and a lick against the head of his dick, slow and deliberate. a taste of him, heady and intoxicating.
he could do this all damn night, suck him off again, again and again, just to have a taste of him in his mouth. he tugs on the pajama pants again, insistent, moving now so that he's above instead of between his legs. ]
Take them off. I want to see you.