[ this is always intoxicating, so intimate, letting himself be touched and prepared for more so lovingly, so gently. the way credence continues to rock back against him is practiced, to press graves' fingers further into himself and to give his older lover a tighter, more pleasurable fuck between his thighs. that's intimate too, watching him, being able to see his cock slide sinfully between his legs. he likes it this way, one hand slipping down to teasingly run fingertips over the head of his cock each time it slides forward far enough.
the way graves fucks him harder, two fingers in, means he's breathing a little harshly and letting his fingers curl uselessly against the mirror. he's trembling slightly, wanting, but he does as he's told even if he lets out a petulant moue when he feels the loss of those fingers. still: he holds onto graves' arm carefully as he slides slowly to his knees, keeping his thighs spread neatly so that he sits low. it wouldn't take much of a shift to allow him to rock down against the smooth floor shamelessly, to give graves a show he's unlikely to forget, but he refrains for now, left side practically pressed to the mirror as he looks up at him, eyes doe-like and full lips slightly parted.
he smiles in the breathless way he only gets in times like this, not embarrassed in the least by the fact that he's openly staring at graves' cock. one hand is still resting on him for support, this time at his thigh before he shifts, gently urging his cock and balls the rest of the way out of his trousers with a gentle squeeze, a slow stroke. ] Come here.
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the way graves fucks him harder, two fingers in, means he's breathing a little harshly and letting his fingers curl uselessly against the mirror. he's trembling slightly, wanting, but he does as he's told even if he lets out a petulant moue when he feels the loss of those fingers. still: he holds onto graves' arm carefully as he slides slowly to his knees, keeping his thighs spread neatly so that he sits low. it wouldn't take much of a shift to allow him to rock down against the smooth floor shamelessly, to give graves a show he's unlikely to forget, but he refrains for now, left side practically pressed to the mirror as he looks up at him, eyes doe-like and full lips slightly parted.
he smiles in the breathless way he only gets in times like this, not embarrassed in the least by the fact that he's openly staring at graves' cock. one hand is still resting on him for support, this time at his thigh before he shifts, gently urging his cock and balls the rest of the way out of his trousers with a gentle squeeze, a slow stroke. ] Come here.