[ credence can't help it - he moans, head tipping back slightly as graves fondles him, gives him even more pleasure as he tries to nuzzle into the kisses, to rock into his hand. the next noise he lets out is muffled because he's biting his lip trying to concentrate.
it's already so hard and something feels tight in his throat. he's not sure it's supposed to be there. he obeys anyway. ] I--I'm sorry.
[ a quiet breath. graves is still over him and the feel of his body over his own is distracting, constricting. ] I think about you. I think about you all the time, kissing me, pressing against me--[ he shifts a little but it just changes the press of the vibrator inside him and he lets out a tiny whine-- ] I think about you sucking me off, about you inside me. The thoughts won't stop.
[ he sounds almost breezy, like he's distracted. ]
[ he says softly, gently. ] You lust for me, you would debase yourself for my favor too, won't you? For my cock pushing into your tight little hole, and you'll milk me dry, feeling every sticky, hot spurt inside you.
It's what you like, isn't it? [ he flicks the control on the vibrator, makes it more intense because he can, and he gently pinches the inside of his thigh. ] You love being used by me. Tell me more about your thoughts, sweetheart.
[ quietly. he nods in response to the question, eyes briefly screwed shut as he tries to even out his breathing. ] Some nights it's all I think about, you filling me up so I can't feel anything b-but you. So I know who I belong to.
[ it's a tiny stutter but it's there; when the vibration increases he lets out a soft keen like a wounded animal, his entire body jerking slightly. ] Please. [ it's hoarse and he buries his face in the mattress briefly before he manages: ] Please, it's too much.
[ he knows that isn't the safe word and he remembers what the safe word is - it's still just play, or trying to be. finally, he tries to swallow the lump in his throat so he can heed the request. ] Mostly you treat me g-gently but never for anything less than everything I have to give you. I love it because I need you.
[ the tightness in his throat is worse now but he honestly thinks that it just may be a part of this. part of the catharsis. he wouldn't know. ]
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it's already so hard and something feels tight in his throat. he's not sure it's supposed to be there. he obeys anyway. ] I--I'm sorry.
[ a quiet breath. graves is still over him and the feel of his body over his own is distracting, constricting. ] I think about you. I think about you all the time, kissing me, pressing against me--[ he shifts a little but it just changes the press of the vibrator inside him and he lets out a tiny whine-- ] I think about you sucking me off, about you inside me. The thoughts won't stop.
[ he sounds almost breezy, like he's distracted. ]
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[ he says softly, gently. ] You lust for me, you would debase yourself for my favor too, won't you? For my cock pushing into your tight little hole, and you'll milk me dry, feeling every sticky, hot spurt inside you.
It's what you like, isn't it? [ he flicks the control on the vibrator, makes it more intense because he can, and he gently pinches the inside of his thigh. ] You love being used by me. Tell me more about your thoughts, sweetheart.
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[ quietly. he nods in response to the question, eyes briefly screwed shut as he tries to even out his breathing. ] Some nights it's all I think about, you filling me up so I can't feel anything b-but you. So I know who I belong to.
[ it's a tiny stutter but it's there; when the vibration increases he lets out a soft keen like a wounded animal, his entire body jerking slightly. ] Please. [ it's hoarse and he buries his face in the mattress briefly before he manages: ] Please, it's too much.
[ he knows that isn't the safe word and he remembers what the safe word is - it's still just play, or trying to be. finally, he tries to swallow the lump in his throat so he can heed the request. ] Mostly you treat me g-gently but never for anything less than everything I have to give you. I love it because I need you.
[ the tightness in his throat is worse now but he honestly thinks that it just may be a part of this. part of the catharsis. he wouldn't know. ]