[ waking up from a very nice dream half-hard when it’s 3am and you’re groggy, half-asleep, and too tired to do much of anything is like some kind of cruel cosmic joke. credence is still curled against graves’ side with one leg hooked around his and an arm over his chest, meaning he’s pressed up against the outside of his thigh, the warmth of his body not helping much at all.
he can tell from the cadence of graves’ breathing that he’s still asleep and waking him seems like a waste, so he burrows in to try and go back to sleep. which, considering his luck, doesn’t work at all. he gives up on that too, carefully disentangling himself and rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling like it will contain the answers he seeks.
it doesn’t, of course, and all he can do is think back to his dream - which just serves to make his cock harden even more. sighing, he eventually gives in and scoots a couple of inches away so as not to disturb graves as he tugs his pajama pants down just enough to let his erection spring free. one hand moves to grip at the base, squeezing down with a low huff of breath before he begins to stroke in earnest.
his hand works over his cock slowly, thumb brushing over the slit, around the edge of the head, down the vein of the underside. It’s all well-practiced and he’s good enough at keeping himself quiet so that graves stays sound asleep. that makes him thoughtful though and he rolls onto his side, watching the older man sleep and taking in the sight of him. it’s been too hot for blankets so they’re both just in their pajama pants, a sheet kicked down to the bottom of the bed.
credence smiles despite himself, deciding to give himself a challenge. he slowly reaches out with his free hand to trail his fingers lightly over the outline of his cock through his pants. it’s a risky move but he figures if graves does wake up he won’t mind. his own pleasure forgotten, he looks furtively to make sure he’s still asleep before gently beginning to rub over him through his pants, licking his lips thoughtfully before dropping his gaze again.
the end goal is making him come without waking up, but credence doesn’t expect to get that far - he’s thinking that the journey is fun enough as he slides his hand downward to give the lightest squeeze to his balls. if graves doesn’t wake up he’ll continue; if he does then he’ll continue then too. ]
→ no other lover
he can tell from the cadence of graves’ breathing that he’s still asleep and waking him seems like a waste, so he burrows in to try and go back to sleep. which, considering his luck, doesn’t work at all. he gives up on that too, carefully disentangling himself and rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling like it will contain the answers he seeks.
it doesn’t, of course, and all he can do is think back to his dream - which just serves to make his cock harden even more. sighing, he eventually gives in and scoots a couple of inches away so as not to disturb graves as he tugs his pajama pants down just enough to let his erection spring free. one hand moves to grip at the base, squeezing down with a low huff of breath before he begins to stroke in earnest.
his hand works over his cock slowly, thumb brushing over the slit, around the edge of the head, down the vein of the underside. It’s all well-practiced and he’s good enough at keeping himself quiet so that graves stays sound asleep. that makes him thoughtful though and he rolls onto his side, watching the older man sleep and taking in the sight of him. it’s been too hot for blankets so they’re both just in their pajama pants, a sheet kicked down to the bottom of the bed.
credence smiles despite himself, deciding to give himself a challenge. he slowly reaches out with his free hand to trail his fingers lightly over the outline of his cock through his pants. it’s a risky move but he figures if graves does wake up he won’t mind. his own pleasure forgotten, he looks furtively to make sure he’s still asleep before gently beginning to rub over him through his pants, licking his lips thoughtfully before dropping his gaze again.
the end goal is making him come without waking up, but credence doesn’t expect to get that far - he’s thinking that the journey is fun enough as he slides his hand downward to give the lightest squeeze to his balls. if graves doesn’t wake up he’ll continue; if he does then he’ll continue then too. ]