[ oh, but isn't he gorgeous like this. serene and asleep and still asking for more of his attentions, groaning under his touch. credence smiles, shifting so that he can access even easier. that same hand gingerly slips beneath his pajama pants then so that he can curl fingers around him, enjoying how he's already hardened so much under his attentions. he strokes him this way too, slow and measured, trying to make sure graves stays asleep as long as possible while credence plays a bit.
now, "plays a bit" means a lot of things - stroking him, fondling his balls, mouthing gently at the side of his neck - until he shifts, oh-so-carefully sliding down on the bed so that he can free graves' cock from his pants and continue to stroke him with one hand. at the same time he squirms the rest of the way out of his own pants, sucking harshly on two of his fingers so that he can settle low on his knees on the mattress, resting on his elbow and slowly working a finger into himself while he lowers his head to lick a stripe up the length of graves' cock from base to head.
if he wakes up he'll get a lovely sight, and if he sleeps on he'll get a wonderful surprise soon enough. he wins either way. ]
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now, "plays a bit" means a lot of things - stroking him, fondling his balls, mouthing gently at the side of his neck - until he shifts, oh-so-carefully sliding down on the bed so that he can free graves' cock from his pants and continue to stroke him with one hand. at the same time he squirms the rest of the way out of his own pants, sucking harshly on two of his fingers so that he can settle low on his knees on the mattress, resting on his elbow and slowly working a finger into himself while he lowers his head to lick a stripe up the length of graves' cock from base to head.
if he wakes up he'll get a lovely sight, and if he sleeps on he'll get a wonderful surprise soon enough. he wins either way. ]