insidiose: (streets are empty)
credence. ([personal profile] insidiose) wrote 2017-06-22 06:40 am (UTC)

You'll deny me this? I'll listen, but how disappointing... [ he's still palming over him, squeezing his cock and nipping softly at his lower lip. he can tell graves is struggling with it and all he wants is to push him over the edge. he smiles then, tilting his head. ] What if I told you this is what I want? That you can take care of me this way?

[ credence is slowly sliding off of his lap as he speaks, not stopping until he's resting on his knees before him, oddly cramped in the small space but not seeming to mind. he looks up at graves, wide and doe-eyed as he nuzzles lightly against his cock, then mouths a kiss through his pants, hot but dry - he's not stupid enough to wet the front of his pants, no. ]

Let me? Please?

[ and now: he looks up at him still, chin resting lightly on his thigh and lips parted just slightly. this is what you could have. ]

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