[ graves is silent, efficient and practiced when he holds him and keeps him steady, drawing him towards him -- credence is hypnotising, intoxicating when he enjoys himself, that sly light in his eyes a part of why graves is so gone for him the way he is. credence is the perfect blend of shy but wicked, innocent but so very ripe to be taught, to be ravished.

that graves would be the man to do it is a high honor, and he smiles, leaning into his touch as he continues, reveling in the way he fondles his balls, warm and heavy, the thickness and length of his cock. graves is hungry for him, and his thumb rubs up and down the thick vein on the underside of his cock. ]

Then don't. [ he tells him. ] I'm going to show you how to please a man, Credence. You'll be good at this before you know it, and I'll be the only person you'll do this with. [ he murmurs, pushing two fingers between credence's lips and into his mouth. ] Suck. Make it all nice and wet.