[ god. credence makes a point of tipping his head forward to watch graves, lips parted slightly as his tongue darts out to lick them. he wants all of this and more, grip on the older man's hair tighter than ever as his nails drag over his scalp a little harder. he curses audibly, squirming under the grip holding him down and propping himself up on his elbow.
it feels a little like graves is trying to suck the life out of him through his cock but in the best possible way; electricity through his limbs and something blissfully blank in his mind--he huffs out a breath, hand smoothing so he can rub it gently down to his nape, tip nails down slightly there. graves mouth on his cock and hand on his balls - it's all delightfully distracting. he swears more loudly when he practically hums around his cock, gasping out his name.
even when graves loosens his grasp on credence's hip it takes him a second to register it but once he does the pointed upward rock of his hips is paired with a moan. he's mindful when he starts a rhythm to keep his thrusts slow and shallow, foot flexing slightly. it's probably a little funny, the way he's curled slightly into himself to accommodate this. he's not thinking about that, though.
he's rubbing his thumb over graves' nape, fucking up into his mouth almost lazily like he wants to make this last. ]
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it feels a little like graves is trying to suck the life out of him through his cock but in the best possible way; electricity through his limbs and something blissfully blank in his mind--he huffs out a breath, hand smoothing so he can rub it gently down to his nape, tip nails down slightly there. graves mouth on his cock and hand on his balls - it's all delightfully distracting. he swears more loudly when he practically hums around his cock, gasping out his name.
even when graves loosens his grasp on credence's hip it takes him a second to register it but once he does the pointed upward rock of his hips is paired with a moan. he's mindful when he starts a rhythm to keep his thrusts slow and shallow, foot flexing slightly. it's probably a little funny, the way he's curled slightly into himself to accommodate this. he's not thinking about that, though.
he's rubbing his thumb over graves' nape, fucking up into his mouth almost lazily like he wants to make this last. ]