[ there it is, there are the confessions, the sweet, tempting words. he knows he's wanted this for a long time, and graves is warmed by it all the same. he's slowly starting to fuck him, appreciating the way he clamps down so tight around his fingers -- and he can imagine just how desperate his boy wants to milk every drop from his cock.

yes, he can fucking imagine it, especially when he's so tight and hot the way he is right now. credence takes his breath away as he takes in those words, aching with need and pleasure and a desire to take him, to just fuck him here because no one will know, not even the driver.

but he can't. not like this. so he continues to fingerfuck him, his free hand coming to close around credence's thick, full cock, jerking him off as well. ]

I would go in deeper, sweetheart. [ he purrs, low and gravelly. ] I'd be so deep inside you, you won't be able to breathe. I'd be bigger than your lovely little fingers. I'll make your toes curl when I grind up just right.