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ℙ𝔼ℝℂ𝕀𝕍𝔸𝕃 π”Ύβ„π”Έπ•π”Όπ•Š ([personal profile] mund) wrote in [personal profile] insidiose 2017-04-22 04:18 pm (UTC)

Your religion leaves you bereft of so much.

[ he tells him quietly, breath hitching when he feels credence obey, those long, elegant fingers (calloused nicely from labor) pleasantly curling around where he's already painfully hard. he's long, thick and heavy in credence's hand, and he rocks into his touch the same way credence does, falling into a familiar rhythm with him. credence is stunning when he's aroused and breathless, beautifully willing when he spreads his legs and graves guides it around his waist, urging him on his side.

graves is in no hurry to escalate this -- no, he wants credence to savor every sensuous, wonderful moment of foreplay, he wants them to understand the intimacy of it as he seduces him all over again, showing him just how intoxicating it is to have another to share this with under the covers, and he pauses only a moment to tuck credence's hair behind his ear, drawing him into another slow, sweet kiss. ]


Yes. Yes, just like this. Let me -- [ credence is a blessedly quick study, and he draws them together, his hand closing around both their dicks as he rubs up against his, deliberate and sure, greedy for more of him. ] Look at me. You don't have to hide.

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