[ it suits him, and while graves doesn't profess it often if at all, he's willing to indulge, to press his mouth against the line of his troat, meeting his eyes in the mirror. he's kissing over the ugly lovebites, the ones stolen without permission, and he's claiming it as his own.
he's continuing to stroke him, fingers curling to fondle his balls, making credence watch as he pleases him, thumb rubbing up and down the underside of his shaft as he keeps him on display. teeth scraping over his earlobe, his next words are a low, purring rumble. ]
Let me love you. [ he says quietly, his other hand coming to track up his stomach, over his chest, brushing over a nipple before lightly, playfully pinching it. ] That power is all yours. [ he wants to return it to him, the agency, the leverage -- the man had stolen more than just kisses from his credence, and he intends to make him pay for all of it. relishing the soft moan, he presses up against his ass, already half hard in his tailored trousers. ]
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[ it suits him, and while graves doesn't profess it often if at all, he's willing to indulge, to press his mouth against the line of his troat, meeting his eyes in the mirror. he's kissing over the ugly lovebites, the ones stolen without permission, and he's claiming it as his own.
he's continuing to stroke him, fingers curling to fondle his balls, making credence watch as he pleases him, thumb rubbing up and down the underside of his shaft as he keeps him on display. teeth scraping over his earlobe, his next words are a low, purring rumble. ]
Let me love you. [ he says quietly, his other hand coming to track up his stomach, over his chest, brushing over a nipple before lightly, playfully pinching it. ] That power is all yours. [ he wants to return it to him, the agency, the leverage -- the man had stolen more than just kisses from his credence, and he intends to make him pay for all of it. relishing the soft moan, he presses up against his ass, already half hard in his tailored trousers. ]