[ it had been quite a while since credence had bothered with seeking out someone to have sex with even before he met graves and since then he definitely hasn't tried - any recent dalliances before meeting the director had been purely practical. now though, after so long and with someone he's eager to share this with, it's as though everything is amplified more than it should be. not that he's complaining - even with his hips held down credence's back arches slightly with a shuddering exhale, fingers of one hand threading through graves' hair but not gripping down. affectionate. his nails scrape over his scalp, trailing nonsense patterns because it's difficult to concentrate right now.
credence turns his head aside slightly, hair a mop-like mess covering half of his face. he maintains the clarity to continue to give graves' cock as much attention as he can, rubbing over him in a way both firm and curiously goading, as though he's trying to push him a little, see how much he can.
still - his attention is scattered by the feel of graves' mouth on his cock, of his tongue, of the hum around him that makes his fingers tighten appreciatively in the older man's hair as he moans again, soft. it's clear enough he's receptive and very vocal, which is perhaps surprising as he's never been heard while he's on his own--
--anyway. when graves moves him he relents although reluctantly, leg hooking over graves' shoulder neatly. he could happily let graves tend his cock like this all night if he's honest. at some point there's a breathed out please but even he's not sure what he's asking for - the leg hooked over graves shifts, curling up higher, the heel of his foot pressing down pointedly between his shoulder blades. more. ]
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credence turns his head aside slightly, hair a mop-like mess covering half of his face. he maintains the clarity to continue to give graves' cock as much attention as he can, rubbing over him in a way both firm and curiously goading, as though he's trying to push him a little, see how much he can.
still - his attention is scattered by the feel of graves' mouth on his cock, of his tongue, of the hum around him that makes his fingers tighten appreciatively in the older man's hair as he moans again, soft. it's clear enough he's receptive and very vocal, which is perhaps surprising as he's never been heard while he's on his own--
--anyway. when graves moves him he relents although reluctantly, leg hooking over graves' shoulder neatly. he could happily let graves tend his cock like this all night if he's honest. at some point there's a breathed out please but even he's not sure what he's asking for - the leg hooked over graves shifts, curling up higher, the heel of his foot pressing down pointedly between his shoulder blades. more. ]