[ credence doesn't even realize what a picture he must paint - half-dressed, painfully hard, getting fingerfucked in the back of a car by his own bodyguard while arched and trembling over his lap. he wants all this and more, licking his lips and silencing himself by biting at the inside of his cheek. it's so difficult to keep from crying out but he mustn't so he does everything it takes to keep himself quiet.
but then graves' hand is on his cock as well and his hips jerk into his hand with a rough breath. it's almost too much and he has to grit his teeth a moment to keep from coming right there, shifting his body so that he's down across the seat with one leg hooked over graves' shoulder as he lets out a sweet little noise, head pressing back. ] I want it. I want you. [ he licks his lips, distracted and scattered. ] I'm going to come soon.
[ he wants this so badly too, to come, to be milked dry by the older man, to feel every touch all at once with his skin aflame. ] Please.
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but then graves' hand is on his cock as well and his hips jerk into his hand with a rough breath. it's almost too much and he has to grit his teeth a moment to keep from coming right there, shifting his body so that he's down across the seat with one leg hooked over graves' shoulder as he lets out a sweet little noise, head pressing back. ] I want it. I want you. [ he licks his lips, distracted and scattered. ] I'm going to come soon.
[ he wants this so badly too, to come, to be milked dry by the older man, to feel every touch all at once with his skin aflame. ] Please.