[ soft, murmured, breathless. he's fascinated by pulling a reaction out of the older man though and continues, insistently stroking over the length of him and teaching himself every difference from his own while tentatively trying things that he knows he personally likes - a gentle squeeze at the base of his cock, fingertips trailing feather-light along the underside.
if graves were only to grip at the back of credence's leg as he moves him he'll be able to feel the roughness of the scarred skin there, evidence of why he craves affection so very much. he's not thinking about it now though, leg tightening around graves' waist even as he returns this kiss, pressing into it with a soft noise against his mouth.
it's when graves urges their cocks against one another to grant them that friction that credence whimpers aloud, hips rolling of their own accord to match him. he obeys yet again, looking at graves, eyes dark and searching as he breathes softly through parted lips. one of his hands is gripping at graves' upper arm as though he needs the grounding. ] Please-- [ it's whispered and barely audible, but he doesn't hide his face this time. ] Wait, I don't let myself... [ he trails off with a little gasping moan, hips jerking again. he doesn't finish the thought but the meaning is clear: even when he touches himself he doesn't let himself come and the thought of it's making him a little anxious. it's not even that he's close yet; it's the eventuality. ]
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[ soft, murmured, breathless. he's fascinated by pulling a reaction out of the older man though and continues, insistently stroking over the length of him and teaching himself every difference from his own while tentatively trying things that he knows he personally likes - a gentle squeeze at the base of his cock, fingertips trailing feather-light along the underside.
if graves were only to grip at the back of credence's leg as he moves him he'll be able to feel the roughness of the scarred skin there, evidence of why he craves affection so very much. he's not thinking about it now though, leg tightening around graves' waist even as he returns this kiss, pressing into it with a soft noise against his mouth.
it's when graves urges their cocks against one another to grant them that friction that credence whimpers aloud, hips rolling of their own accord to match him. he obeys yet again, looking at graves, eyes dark and searching as he breathes softly through parted lips. one of his hands is gripping at graves' upper arm as though he needs the grounding. ] Please-- [ it's whispered and barely audible, but he doesn't hide his face this time. ] Wait, I don't let myself... [ he trails off with a little gasping moan, hips jerking again. he doesn't finish the thought but the meaning is clear: even when he touches himself he doesn't let himself come and the thought of it's making him a little anxious. it's not even that he's close yet; it's the eventuality. ]