[ a long time ago, and one that will not happen again. a smiling credence is a beautiful credence -- he looks younger, more his age, when he smiles like that; the way the corners of his eyes crinkle sweetly, but it's short-lived when he hears that little moan and graves learns just how reactive he is.
he can feel it, the pressure right up against his cock through his trousers, and he makes a soft noise of appreciation, approval, and he shakes his head, taking his cock half into his mouth. he doesn't let him have time to get used to the sensation of having a hot, wet mouth wrapped around his dick before he's starting to suck, a hand pinning his hips down against the mattress.
graves is between his legs, sucking him off like his cock is the prize, shameless and bold. he's pretty damn good at it too, if he can say so himself, releasing him briefly only to lick up the underside of his shaft, rubbing over the ridges and veins before he takes the head, and more of him inside his mouth again.
his nose is buried in soft dark curls, the clean, musky scent of credence making him smile. he's waited long enough for this, and he hums softly, hitching credence's leg to let it rest on his shoulder. he's opening him up nicely, tongue laving around, above, underneath, sucking on him like he's the most delicious treat he's had in awhile.
not an inaccurate metaphor, all things considered. ]
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he can feel it, the pressure right up against his cock through his trousers, and he makes a soft noise of appreciation, approval, and he shakes his head, taking his cock half into his mouth. he doesn't let him have time to get used to the sensation of having a hot, wet mouth wrapped around his dick before he's starting to suck, a hand pinning his hips down against the mattress.
graves is between his legs, sucking him off like his cock is the prize, shameless and bold. he's pretty damn good at it too, if he can say so himself, releasing him briefly only to lick up the underside of his shaft, rubbing over the ridges and veins before he takes the head, and more of him inside his mouth again.
his nose is buried in soft dark curls, the clean, musky scent of credence making him smile. he's waited long enough for this, and he hums softly, hitching credence's leg to let it rest on his shoulder. he's opening him up nicely, tongue laving around, above, underneath, sucking on him like he's the most delicious treat he's had in awhile.
not an inaccurate metaphor, all things considered. ]