[ graves' breath catches in his throat when credence offers those words to him, and when he orders him not to stop. the young man isn't afraid of what graves can do to him -- he doesn't have to be; despite the fact that graves can easily kill him, credence has him in his thrall, fascinated and drawn to him despite himself.
he gives him more, kissing him back, once and again, tongue pressing lightly against his own. ]
You don't know what you're saying. [ graves breathes, rough and harsher than he intends, because he's thinking about it, so hard in his pants but he's thinking of it, his lovely charge entirely naked, milk-white, smooth skin as he spreads his limbs, his cock hard and jutting proudly between his legs, and right there, spread before him, is a body ready to be fucked, to be ravished.
he swallows, his eyes dark and burning with unspoken desire. oh, how he wants to fuck him. ] You've never had a man before.
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he gives him more, kissing him back, once and again, tongue pressing lightly against his own. ]
You don't know what you're saying. [ graves breathes, rough and harsher than he intends, because he's thinking about it, so hard in his pants but he's thinking of it, his lovely charge entirely naked, milk-white, smooth skin as he spreads his limbs, his cock hard and jutting proudly between his legs, and right there, spread before him, is a body ready to be fucked, to be ravished.
he swallows, his eyes dark and burning with unspoken desire. oh, how he wants to fuck him. ] You've never had a man before.