insidiose: (everybody talking out of turn)
credence. ([personal profile] insidiose) wrote 2017-06-06 03:14 pm (UTC)

[ whenever graves says it, credence's smile is like the sun coming out from behind clouds and this is no different. he breathes out shaking and smiles brightly, nuzzling close to him and closing his eyes briefly. it's so much, it's everything, it's just for him. ] I love you so much.

[ credence's grip on graves' cock is firm as he lets him fuck into his hand before he squeezes down at the base, stroking toward himself with a firm, slow urge of his hand as a promise of his own. ] I know. I like feeling it. [ he's about to say something else but it's lost on a moan, his hips bucking toward graves' touch. ] I want to do it here. In front of the mirror. Sitting. I want to see everything.

[ he's leaning back flush against the older man, letting a gentle rock against his cock speak further for him. he parts his lips obediently, drawing graves' fingers into his mouth with something that's undeniably hungry as he sucks at them, one hand moving to grasp his wrist so that he can bob his head slightly, tongue lapping up them once before he forces them to scissor apart slightly with an urgent press between them, moaning softly around them. he's trying to make it clear how much he wants this - to make himself remember just how much this is exactly what he's craving. ]

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