[ 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 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. ]