[ it stands to reason that graves will feel the ones crossing his back as well before too long, but they're there for the same reason: mary lou trying to beat the devil's touch out of her son.
but he's embracing the devil's touch now, isn't he? this is not to say that graves is the devil - hardly - but that mary lou would see him as such, the tempter drawing her son into sin.
but it's as though he's made for it, arching against graves and silencing himself against his mouth and never stopping in touching him, fascinated and exploratory - his hipbones, his abdomen, his chest, back down to his cock. he seems to falter a moment before carefully slipping his hand lower to cradle the older man's balls, caressing them with one hand even as he presses harder into the way he's being kissed.
(it stands to reason that it would feel good as well, considering how sensitive they are.)
the question startles him into stillness though and he finally shakes his head, gaze skirting away briefly. it's clear he's a little embarrassed. ] No, I-- [ he lets out another little whimper at the way graves' thumb rubs over him but he doesn't protest, both hands grasping at his arms now instead. ] If she ever found out somehow that I touched myself like this-- [ so he's afraid of somehow leaving evidence behind, of being caught out. that seems to have flown to the wind though and he doesn't say much more, head dropping back with his lips parted for his breath. ] Please-- [ another barely audible whisper. ] Don't stop.
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but he's embracing the devil's touch now, isn't he? this is not to say that graves is the devil - hardly - but that mary lou would see him as such, the tempter drawing her son into sin.
but it's as though he's made for it, arching against graves and silencing himself against his mouth and never stopping in touching him, fascinated and exploratory - his hipbones, his abdomen, his chest, back down to his cock. he seems to falter a moment before carefully slipping his hand lower to cradle the older man's balls, caressing them with one hand even as he presses harder into the way he's being kissed.
(it stands to reason that it would feel good as well, considering how sensitive they are.)
the question startles him into stillness though and he finally shakes his head, gaze skirting away briefly. it's clear he's a little embarrassed. ] No, I-- [ he lets out another little whimper at the way graves' thumb rubs over him but he doesn't protest, both hands grasping at his arms now instead. ] If she ever found out somehow that I touched myself like this-- [ so he's afraid of somehow leaving evidence behind, of being caught out. that seems to have flown to the wind though and he doesn't say much more, head dropping back with his lips parted for his breath. ] Please-- [ another barely audible whisper. ] Don't stop.