[ graves sleeps on for now, but it doesn't mean he's not appreciating credence's generous, talented ministrations. his boy is exceptionally gifted at pleasing him, sensuous and playful, and in the back of his mind he recognises him, allows him to do what he wants. he's unconsciously urging him on, his hand moving from credence's to curl in the other's hair. he appreciates the heat and wetness of his mouth, the way his cock feels in the cool air before he feels him stroke him again.
he shivers at the heat and wetness of his tongue, and he makes a soft, approving, lust-laced noise in his throat, a soft rumble full of longing and desire. he'll wake in time, and he spreads his knees, pushing his own pants off half-heartedly, his body aware of what credence is doing but his mind still caught up in sleep. ]
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he shivers at the heat and wetness of his tongue, and he makes a soft, approving, lust-laced noise in his throat, a soft rumble full of longing and desire. he'll wake in time, and he spreads his knees, pushing his own pants off half-heartedly, his body aware of what credence is doing but his mind still caught up in sleep. ]