[ graves concedes, watching those reddened lips and the way he looks at him when he pulls away, lips wet like his fingers, and he's leaning forward to kiss him, drawing his tongue into his mouth, slow and sensuous and deliberate, before his slick fingers track underneath his balls, index finger circling the tight little pucker of his hole.
he doesn't hesitate with him, pressing into him, feeling the give and stretch and knowing to take it slow. this is the farthest he's ever got with him, and he's going to go further. credence is ready for it, he thinks -- he can never forget the sounds he made when graves had bid him to fuck himself on his fingers. their conversation had been obscene, delightfully so, and graves feels his hunger stirring at the delicious memory.
now, he's doing it to him, slowly pushing past the knuckle, coming to bury it inside that ridiculously tight heat. he's never been fucked, graves knows -- and here is the truth. here is the way his body closes around him like he's aching to be fucked, and he rubs the heel of his palm against credence's balls, time and again.
credence drags the best and worst out of him, and this is no exception. ]
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[ graves concedes, watching those reddened lips and the way he looks at him when he pulls away, lips wet like his fingers, and he's leaning forward to kiss him, drawing his tongue into his mouth, slow and sensuous and deliberate, before his slick fingers track underneath his balls, index finger circling the tight little pucker of his hole.
he doesn't hesitate with him, pressing into him, feeling the give and stretch and knowing to take it slow. this is the farthest he's ever got with him, and he's going to go further. credence is ready for it, he thinks -- he can never forget the sounds he made when graves had bid him to fuck himself on his fingers. their conversation had been obscene, delightfully so, and graves feels his hunger stirring at the delicious memory.
now, he's doing it to him, slowly pushing past the knuckle, coming to bury it inside that ridiculously tight heat. he's never been fucked, graves knows -- and here is the truth. here is the way his body closes around him like he's aching to be fucked, and he rubs the heel of his palm against credence's balls, time and again.
credence drags the best and worst out of him, and this is no exception. ]
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