[ there he is, stunningly beautiful and doe-eyed, gorgeous and on his knees -- the sight of credence on his knees, urging his cock from his finely-tailored trousers. graves is already so hard, thick and flushed dark, and the squeeze and slow stroke makes his breath hitch in his throat.
he aches to be inside of him again, to push inside of that yielding body, but he knows that he has to be careful with him -- credence asked for gentle, and he'll have it; graves running his fingers through his hair with a faint smile. he's stepping closer as he bids, free and coming to grasp his own dick, light resting the head of it against credence's full, plush lips.
there is no mistaking what he wants him to do, how they look in the profile view within the mirror. he loves him he thinks, beyond everything else. there is much he has to make up for, tonight, to reassure and restore. credence is faithful and loyal, sensuous and giving, and he cannot help a swell of emotion before he gently pushes his cock into his mouth, eyes lidding at the hot, wet warmth of him. his violator might have dreamed of this, he muses darkly. dreamed of getting his cock sucked, of pushing inside that gloriously tight ass, hearing his whimper as he dominates and owns and possesses.
but this, all of this belongs only to graves, an honor given to him by credence, and he cannot help but tug on his hair very gently, another reminder that no one will get to touch his love like that again. no one will molest and violate him the way that man had; graves will kill him first. ]
You like it, don't you? You like having my cock in your mouth.
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he aches to be inside of him again, to push inside of that yielding body, but he knows that he has to be careful with him -- credence asked for gentle, and he'll have it; graves running his fingers through his hair with a faint smile. he's stepping closer as he bids, free and coming to grasp his own dick, light resting the head of it against credence's full, plush lips.
there is no mistaking what he wants him to do, how they look in the profile view within the mirror. he loves him he thinks, beyond everything else. there is much he has to make up for, tonight, to reassure and restore. credence is faithful and loyal, sensuous and giving, and he cannot help a swell of emotion before he gently pushes his cock into his mouth, eyes lidding at the hot, wet warmth of him. his violator might have dreamed of this, he muses darkly. dreamed of getting his cock sucked, of pushing inside that gloriously tight ass, hearing his whimper as he dominates and owns and possesses.
but this, all of this belongs only to graves, an honor given to him by credence, and he cannot help but tug on his hair very gently, another reminder that no one will get to touch his love like that again. no one will molest and violate him the way that man had; graves will kill him first. ]
You like it, don't you? You like having my cock in your mouth.