[ he feels exposed in a way that has nothing to do with nakedness when graves looks at him like that, with so much desire in his eyes. it almost stops his breath to see it, flush spreading over his skin--
--his breath does hitch when the older man begins to stroke him and he leans against his chest, face burrowed into his shoulder. he doesn't say anything, just soaks in the heady feeling of pleasure spreading through his entire body. he's lifted his head in time to greedily accept those gentle kisses, peering at him through thick lashes before he nods, licking his lips and shifting to spread his legs apart while in the same movement arching his hips into graves' hand with an unspoken please and a breathed out moan. ]
All right... [ he obeys the second request as well, one hand delicately slipping beneath any fabric in his way so that he might wrap his own long fingers around graves' cock. the feel and weight of him are different from his own and he takes a moment to get acquainted with the feeling, gently touching him all over, feeling his hardness. perhaps it will become apparent that credence has in the past touched himself as he's far less fumbling with this than he could be. it's different from doing it to himself but it's the same general idea and he begins to stroke graves' cock in a slow and nearly practiced way - this is the only thing he has experience with, honestly, and it's impressive he can remember to do it when he's so distracted by the hand on his own arousal. ]
Like this? [ he wants to do it right - it's barely breathed out, his hips rocking into graves' hand again insistently. ] It feels good.
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--his breath does hitch when the older man begins to stroke him and he leans against his chest, face burrowed into his shoulder. he doesn't say anything, just soaks in the heady feeling of pleasure spreading through his entire body. he's lifted his head in time to greedily accept those gentle kisses, peering at him through thick lashes before he nods, licking his lips and shifting to spread his legs apart while in the same movement arching his hips into graves' hand with an unspoken please and a breathed out moan. ]
All right... [ he obeys the second request as well, one hand delicately slipping beneath any fabric in his way so that he might wrap his own long fingers around graves' cock. the feel and weight of him are different from his own and he takes a moment to get acquainted with the feeling, gently touching him all over, feeling his hardness. perhaps it will become apparent that credence has in the past touched himself as he's far less fumbling with this than he could be. it's different from doing it to himself but it's the same general idea and he begins to stroke graves' cock in a slow and nearly practiced way - this is the only thing he has experience with, honestly, and it's impressive he can remember to do it when he's so distracted by the hand on his own arousal. ]
Like this? [ he wants to do it right - it's barely breathed out, his hips rocking into graves' hand again insistently. ] It feels good.