[ the second finger joins the first, wet and slick and working to get him ready. it won't compare to the real thing, but for now this is good enough. he presses his chest up against credence's back, continuing to gently thrust up between his thighs with a soft groan, barely audible and warm against the skin of his shoulder.
he loves him like this, he thinks -- when his eyes open and he looks at graves like he's the only thing that matters, need and passion burning, matching the similarly hungry look in graves' eyes. this is credence, back in graves' arms where he belongs, and he smiles faintly before he lowers his head to kiss him, mouth parted to take him in, teasing and pressing back against him.
credence is pale and lovely in the dim light, his body exceptionally flawless when he studies him in the mirror, and he fingerfucks him harder now, his thrusts long and polished. he scissors his fingers inside him a little more, spreading him so that it would be easier to push inside of him, and he pulls out after a few long moments. ]
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he loves him like this, he thinks -- when his eyes open and he looks at graves like he's the only thing that matters, need and passion burning, matching the similarly hungry look in graves' eyes. this is credence, back in graves' arms where he belongs, and he smiles faintly before he lowers his head to kiss him, mouth parted to take him in, teasing and pressing back against him.
credence is pale and lovely in the dim light, his body exceptionally flawless when he studies him in the mirror, and he fingerfucks him harder now, his thrusts long and polished. he scissors his fingers inside him a little more, spreading him so that it would be easier to push inside of him, and he pulls out after a few long moments. ]
On your knees, your side facing the mirror.