[ graves murmurs, looking up at him, taking him in before he tracks kisses down his stomach, nuzzling against his cock before pressing a long, slow and sensuous kiss to the head of his cock, tongue lightly lapping over it. he can feel credence's foot press up against his dick, resting there like it's the most natural thing in the world to do, and he can't help but grind into it, wanting the contact, seeking him out.
he's gone without sex for too damn long, and now that he has him here and willing, graves is just about ready to pull out all the stops. he takes him in, everything, admiring and reveling in the moment. credence is blessedly naked and ready for the taking, sleek and lean and so very beautiful despite the bruises he's taken. he notice the scars on the back of his thighs now, catching sight of it once he's naked like this, and his hand comes to smooth up the back of it, frowning. ]
Your mother? [ he asks after a moment, tracking over his skin. he's not disgusted, not at credence, but he can't help a wave of possessiveness and anger. his thumb is lightly stroking up the underside of his cock all the same, followed up with his warm tongue. ] She won't get to hurt you again.
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[ graves murmurs, looking up at him, taking him in before he tracks kisses down his stomach, nuzzling against his cock before pressing a long, slow and sensuous kiss to the head of his cock, tongue lightly lapping over it. he can feel credence's foot press up against his dick, resting there like it's the most natural thing in the world to do, and he can't help but grind into it, wanting the contact, seeking him out.
he's gone without sex for too damn long, and now that he has him here and willing, graves is just about ready to pull out all the stops. he takes him in, everything, admiring and reveling in the moment. credence is blessedly naked and ready for the taking, sleek and lean and so very beautiful despite the bruises he's taken. he notice the scars on the back of his thighs now, catching sight of it once he's naked like this, and his hand comes to smooth up the back of it, frowning. ]
Your mother? [ he asks after a moment, tracking over his skin. he's not disgusted, not at credence, but he can't help a wave of possessiveness and anger. his thumb is lightly stroking up the underside of his cock all the same, followed up with his warm tongue. ] She won't get to hurt you again.