[ credence is right. graves wants this. he wants this more than anyone else; he's hooked onto credence's kisses, the way he tastes in his mouth, when he so eagerly kisses him after. graves allows him to press him back against the seat, and he looks up at him, an instinctive refusal bubbling up in his chest.
but why not? a small, traitorous part of him thinks. his little prince, his beloved boy on his knees, sucking his cock with that pretty mouth, letting graves fuck that hot, wet mouth until he comes inside him -- and he swallows hard, impossibly tempted. ]
You can't do that. [ he breathes half-heartedly, eyes lidded. ] I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you.
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but why not? a small, traitorous part of him thinks. his little prince, his beloved boy on his knees, sucking his cock with that pretty mouth, letting graves fuck that hot, wet mouth until he comes inside him -- and he swallows hard, impossibly tempted. ]
You can't do that. [ he breathes half-heartedly, eyes lidded. ] I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you.
[ but he wants him. oh, how he wants him. ]