[ graves drawls, just as fond, his eyes gentle despite his words. he's taking him in, the very sight of him when he accommodates his finger -- just the one first, to see if he can take it well -- and he appreciates how credence is so willing, his whines and moans soft and sweet, music to is ears. credence is born for this, made to be ravished, pleased, created for carnal delights and it's impossible that he wouldn't realize it.
look at him, tightening around his finger. graves' breath catches, and he continues his ministrations, intent on providing pleasure, and he leans forward to bite his bottom lip. ] Quiet. [ and there, right there, he's starting to fingerfuck him in slow, deliberate strokes. ]
You know you shouldn't be making these noises. [ no matter how much graves loves them. ] Don't make me gag you.
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[ graves drawls, just as fond, his eyes gentle despite his words. he's taking him in, the very sight of him when he accommodates his finger -- just the one first, to see if he can take it well -- and he appreciates how credence is so willing, his whines and moans soft and sweet, music to is ears. credence is born for this, made to be ravished, pleased, created for carnal delights and it's impossible that he wouldn't realize it.
look at him, tightening around his finger. graves' breath catches, and he continues his ministrations, intent on providing pleasure, and he leans forward to bite his bottom lip. ] Quiet. [ and there, right there, he's starting to fingerfuck him in slow, deliberate strokes. ]
You know you shouldn't be making these noises. [ no matter how much graves loves them. ] Don't make me gag you.