[ how can he deny him when he asks like this? graves meets him halfway, burying himself balls-deep inside that tight, hot channel, reveling in how good he always feels, how it seems like he's made just for him, pliant and willing and tasting like heaven. he loves the way credence looks at himself in the mirror, how his entire body bounces when graves bucks into him, hard and forceful, and he can't look away from how credence's cock is practically dripping, how his balls are so heavy from unspent seed.
they're desperate, they both are, and he goes even harder, breath catching at how he seems to tighten around him further. he sinks his teeth into the side of his neck, always making sure that his love is in his grasp, and he growls. his orgasm comes as if on command, urged by credence, and he almost draws blood when he comes, emptying his load into his lover in spurts, hips moving slower now as he comes again, again and again, filling him up and flooding those tight walls, marking him with himself, claiming him all over again.
here, now, credence belongs to him, and for a moment nothing else matters but credence and his pleasure. ]
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they're desperate, they both are, and he goes even harder, breath catching at how he seems to tighten around him further. he sinks his teeth into the side of his neck, always making sure that his love is in his grasp, and he growls. his orgasm comes as if on command, urged by credence, and he almost draws blood when he comes, emptying his load into his lover in spurts, hips moving slower now as he comes again, again and again, filling him up and flooding those tight walls, marking him with himself, claiming him all over again.
here, now, credence belongs to him, and for a moment nothing else matters but credence and his pleasure. ]