I love you.

[ graves' words are uttered against the curve of his neck, picking up on his shivers when he starts to slowly reclaim him, to mark him as his own. credence belongs to him because he wants to, and his giddy little laugh is proof enough of his favor and pleasure.

rocking into his hand with a soft groan, graves tugs the zipper down and eases his cock out for his lover. he will kiss him, fuck him, love him, and graves wants to coax him out as well -- this goes both ways, and he reminds him of it when he guides credence's hand around his cock and he thrusts into it like he's fucking the circle of his fingers, a promise he makes. ]

You make me hard, you know that. [ he moves up to capture his mouth with his, thumb rubbing deliberate circles against the sensitive slit of credence's cock. ] You make me want to slide up inside you and never stop until you're dripping with me. I'm going to do this gently tonight, and I will remind you that you are all mine.

[ he takes a breath and reaches up, pushing two fingers between his young lover's lush, full lips. ]

Suck.