[ graves can fuck his mouth later, or some other time -- he hasn't forgotten their purpose tonight, and it's all for credence. he who had been violated for no other reason than he had been there, drawing the eye with his beauty, his innate charisma. there are people who would kill to have credence in his bed, people who would think nothing of taking him for themselves, and graves knows this.
now, he's watching him part his mouth, taking him in and sucking him off like he'd been born for it, drawing him so deep that he forgets to breathe for a moment. yes. this is it; this is what he wants. he feels himself being held, unable to tear his eyes away from the vision of his lover's full, plush lips tight around the base of his dick, his eyes dark and bold and innocent.
this is what they want, what they will die for -- credence on his knees, willing and eager to please.
but this is all graves', and he's reminded of this when credence releases his cock from his mouth and graves is so painfully hard it's difficult to think. he gently captures his chin, grasping it before urging him upwards. no, now that his cock is sufficiently slicked up, graves has something else in mind. ]
Stand up. [ his young lover's mouth is sin, and graves is hooked on him. ] Back to bracing yourself against the mirror again. [ a beat. ] I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart. And you're going to watch me do it.
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[ graves can fuck his mouth later, or some other time -- he hasn't forgotten their purpose tonight, and it's all for credence. he who had been violated for no other reason than he had been there, drawing the eye with his beauty, his innate charisma. there are people who would kill to have credence in his bed, people who would think nothing of taking him for themselves, and graves knows this.
now, he's watching him part his mouth, taking him in and sucking him off like he'd been born for it, drawing him so deep that he forgets to breathe for a moment. yes. this is it; this is what he wants. he feels himself being held, unable to tear his eyes away from the vision of his lover's full, plush lips tight around the base of his dick, his eyes dark and bold and innocent.
this is what they want, what they will die for -- credence on his knees, willing and eager to please.
but this is all graves', and he's reminded of this when credence releases his cock from his mouth and graves is so painfully hard it's difficult to think. he gently captures his chin, grasping it before urging him upwards. no, now that his cock is sufficiently slicked up, graves has something else in mind. ]
Stand up. [ his young lover's mouth is sin, and graves is hooked on him. ] Back to bracing yourself against the mirror again. [ a beat. ] I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart. And you're going to watch me do it.