[ a long time ago, and one that will not happen again. a smiling credence is a beautiful credence -- he looks younger, more his age, when he smiles like that; the way the corners of his eyes crinkle sweetly, but it's short-lived when he hears that little moan and graves learns just how reactive he is.
he can feel it, the pressure right up against his cock through his trousers, and he makes a soft noise of appreciation, approval, and he shakes his head, taking his cock half into his mouth. he doesn't let him have time to get used to the sensation of having a hot, wet mouth wrapped around his dick before he's starting to suck, a hand pinning his hips down against the mattress.
graves is between his legs, sucking him off like his cock is the prize, shameless and bold. he's pretty damn good at it too, if he can say so himself, releasing him briefly only to lick up the underside of his shaft, rubbing over the ridges and veins before he takes the head, and more of him inside his mouth again.
his nose is buried in soft dark curls, the clean, musky scent of credence making him smile. he's waited long enough for this, and he hums softly, hitching credence's leg to let it rest on his shoulder. he's opening him up nicely, tongue laving around, above, underneath, sucking on him like he's the most delicious treat he's had in awhile.
not an inaccurate metaphor, all things considered. ]
[ it had been quite a while since credence had bothered with seeking out someone to have sex with even before he met graves and since then he definitely hasn't tried - any recent dalliances before meeting the director had been purely practical. now though, after so long and with someone he's eager to share this with, it's as though everything is amplified more than it should be. not that he's complaining - even with his hips held down credence's back arches slightly with a shuddering exhale, fingers of one hand threading through graves' hair but not gripping down. affectionate. his nails scrape over his scalp, trailing nonsense patterns because it's difficult to concentrate right now.
credence turns his head aside slightly, hair a mop-like mess covering half of his face. he maintains the clarity to continue to give graves' cock as much attention as he can, rubbing over him in a way both firm and curiously goading, as though he's trying to push him a little, see how much he can.
still - his attention is scattered by the feel of graves' mouth on his cock, of his tongue, of the hum around him that makes his fingers tighten appreciatively in the older man's hair as he moans again, soft. it's clear enough he's receptive and very vocal, which is perhaps surprising as he's never been heard while he's on his own--
--anyway. when graves moves him he relents although reluctantly, leg hooking over graves' shoulder neatly. he could happily let graves tend his cock like this all night if he's honest. at some point there's a breathed out please but even he's not sure what he's asking for - the leg hooked over graves shifts, curling up higher, the heel of his foot pressing down pointedly between his shoulder blades. more. ]
[ credence is not the only one eager to share this moment, this session -- when they're discovering each other for the first time and credence is all graves thinks about. the lean lines of his body, the shape of his cock, the scent of him, so impossibly intoxicating that he is all he sees. the wait is worth it, every frustration buried in the shower, every suppressed yearning. this is it, this is everything that he wants, and graves' gaze lingers on his face, turned aside and a lovely mess all the same.
he continues to suck him off, harder this time -- one hand still keeping him pinned down, and the other grabbing hold of his angle and tugging his leg further down, making him wrap it around him inside of pressing down on his shoulder blades. he's smiling against his cock, upping the ante as his head bobs while he continues, tongue and lips pressed tight and laving at him, free hand coming to fondle his balls, playing with him because he can.
his nose is now buried in credence's dark curls when he takes him in deeper, eager to unravel credence -- even if the young man doesn't know what to ask for, graves knows exactly what to give him, and he makes a soft, rumbling sound when his cock pushes against the back of his throat, providing vibrations that are bound to be felt. he appreciates how reactive credence is, and this only just spurs graves on to greater heights.
he wants him, he wants all of him; his taste, his scent -- he eases his hand on his hip in silent encouragement: come on, come fuck his mouth. ]
[ god. credence makes a point of tipping his head forward to watch graves, lips parted slightly as his tongue darts out to lick them. he wants all of this and more, grip on the older man's hair tighter than ever as his nails drag over his scalp a little harder. he curses audibly, squirming under the grip holding him down and propping himself up on his elbow.
it feels a little like graves is trying to suck the life out of him through his cock but in the best possible way; electricity through his limbs and something blissfully blank in his mind--he huffs out a breath, hand smoothing so he can rub it gently down to his nape, tip nails down slightly there. graves mouth on his cock and hand on his balls - it's all delightfully distracting. he swears more loudly when he practically hums around his cock, gasping out his name.
even when graves loosens his grasp on credence's hip it takes him a second to register it but once he does the pointed upward rock of his hips is paired with a moan. he's mindful when he starts a rhythm to keep his thrusts slow and shallow, foot flexing slightly. it's probably a little funny, the way he's curled slightly into himself to accommodate this. he's not thinking about that, though.
he's rubbing his thumb over graves' nape, fucking up into his mouth almost lazily like he wants to make this last. ]
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he can feel it, the pressure right up against his cock through his trousers, and he makes a soft noise of appreciation, approval, and he shakes his head, taking his cock half into his mouth. he doesn't let him have time to get used to the sensation of having a hot, wet mouth wrapped around his dick before he's starting to suck, a hand pinning his hips down against the mattress.
graves is between his legs, sucking him off like his cock is the prize, shameless and bold. he's pretty damn good at it too, if he can say so himself, releasing him briefly only to lick up the underside of his shaft, rubbing over the ridges and veins before he takes the head, and more of him inside his mouth again.
his nose is buried in soft dark curls, the clean, musky scent of credence making him smile. he's waited long enough for this, and he hums softly, hitching credence's leg to let it rest on his shoulder. he's opening him up nicely, tongue laving around, above, underneath, sucking on him like he's the most delicious treat he's had in awhile.
not an inaccurate metaphor, all things considered. ]
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credence turns his head aside slightly, hair a mop-like mess covering half of his face. he maintains the clarity to continue to give graves' cock as much attention as he can, rubbing over him in a way both firm and curiously goading, as though he's trying to push him a little, see how much he can.
still - his attention is scattered by the feel of graves' mouth on his cock, of his tongue, of the hum around him that makes his fingers tighten appreciatively in the older man's hair as he moans again, soft. it's clear enough he's receptive and very vocal, which is perhaps surprising as he's never been heard while he's on his own--
--anyway. when graves moves him he relents although reluctantly, leg hooking over graves' shoulder neatly. he could happily let graves tend his cock like this all night if he's honest. at some point there's a breathed out please but even he's not sure what he's asking for - the leg hooked over graves shifts, curling up higher, the heel of his foot pressing down pointedly between his shoulder blades. more. ]
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he continues to suck him off, harder this time -- one hand still keeping him pinned down, and the other grabbing hold of his angle and tugging his leg further down, making him wrap it around him inside of pressing down on his shoulder blades. he's smiling against his cock, upping the ante as his head bobs while he continues, tongue and lips pressed tight and laving at him, free hand coming to fondle his balls, playing with him because he can.
his nose is now buried in credence's dark curls when he takes him in deeper, eager to unravel credence -- even if the young man doesn't know what to ask for, graves knows exactly what to give him, and he makes a soft, rumbling sound when his cock pushes against the back of his throat, providing vibrations that are bound to be felt. he appreciates how reactive credence is, and this only just spurs graves on to greater heights.
he wants him, he wants all of him; his taste, his scent -- he eases his hand on his hip in silent encouragement: come on, come fuck his mouth. ]
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it feels a little like graves is trying to suck the life out of him through his cock but in the best possible way; electricity through his limbs and something blissfully blank in his mind--he huffs out a breath, hand smoothing so he can rub it gently down to his nape, tip nails down slightly there. graves mouth on his cock and hand on his balls - it's all delightfully distracting. he swears more loudly when he practically hums around his cock, gasping out his name.
even when graves loosens his grasp on credence's hip it takes him a second to register it but once he does the pointed upward rock of his hips is paired with a moan. he's mindful when he starts a rhythm to keep his thrusts slow and shallow, foot flexing slightly. it's probably a little funny, the way he's curled slightly into himself to accommodate this. he's not thinking about that, though.
he's rubbing his thumb over graves' nape, fucking up into his mouth almost lazily like he wants to make this last. ]