[ credence wants to press into graves' hand as much as he wants to be that drug, to be everything that graves wants and more. instead he proves himself to somehow have an astounding amount of self control (telling of his upbringing - and telling of when things involve his resolve breaking) in that he just nuzzles close after all of this, bumping their noses together affectionately.
he wants...
he wants everything. graves is right but it isn't fair. he knows he has to have an heir but he doesn't give a shit. he doesn't, he doesn't. he wants this, wants graves, so much that the act of wanting hurts.
he closes his eyes. ] I just want us. Even if no one can ever know, I want us. It doesn't have to mean sneaking around in bathrooms or pretending to be nothing but colleagues. It means we're together constantly so no one has to know that we're more than they think. Do you understand what I mean?
[ credence is more mature than graves has initially given him credit for, understanding the complications that they face, and even if he can sometimes be impetuous and rash, he's displayed a lot of thought into this, his youthful passion a siren's song that keeps graves enthralled.
he wants him the same way, too -- to be by his side, to steal these moments from him, to walk with him as he grows and becomes the man he would one day be. his hand cups the back of his head, gently tilting him up as he captures his mouth against his again, the kiss surprisingly tender this time. he takes his time with him, and he nods, finally.
maybe. maybe this can work. maybe this is all that they need. after all, graves is not a child; he understands how these things go, and maybe an affair to pretty much fuck it out of their system is what they need.
or maybe that will entwine them deeper into each other; graves knows he has to take that bet. he has to; he doesn't know what else can excise credence from his mind, his heart, even if he wants to. ]
You'll regret it one day, you know. [ he says quietly, before kissing his forehead, knowing that he'll fall in love with him, absorbing his young charge's affections before he murmurs. ] Let's get in the car. It's not safe here.
[ credence leans into the kiss and returns it as though a flower growing toward the sun. perhaps he is - perhaps the older man is a ray of sunshine in a world of darkness surrounding credence even if that means his way of measuring these things is... off.
he smiles a little. graves may think that 'fucking it out of their systems' is something that could potentially actually happen, but credence is already deeply in love with him - there's no going to for him.
in any case he steals another kiss - and another, and another - before shaking his head. ] I don't think I will. I'll be the judge of whether I'll regret something or not. I'm not letting you leave me until one or the both of us are dead, so we'll see, won't we?
[ he smiles a little, wry, before standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. ] All right. Out to the car it is.
[ they get to the car quickly enough -- the teacher has somehow escaped from notice, but graves doesn't care, and he doesn't intend to report this when it seems like credence is the one who's initiated it, more than happy to use him as a plaything until graves comes along. it's a strange sort of flattering, and when they enter the car he raises the privacy screen, blocking the driver from listening or seeing to anything that they say.
here, in the privacy of this little space, they have just under half an hour, and graves doesn't waste time, tugging him towards him by his collar and claiming his mouth with his again, his hand sliding up under his shirt to smooth over his back.
until death it is, he decides -- credence won't let him go, and graves won't, either. he just isn't sure if it's love or obsession or both, and he doesn't care. ]
[ one thing about credence is that given an inch, he'll--he won't take a mile, no, but he'll clutch onto that inch and won't miss the opportunity for it. graves belongs to him and always will; the fact that he seems to finally be giving in is just icing on the cake.
credence surges forward when he's pulled, returning the kiss fervently and cradling the older man's jaw in both hands (feather light, barely there) as he shifts to sit on his lap, both legs to one side of him. he says nothing because he doesn't need to. he just lets the way his teeth tug at graves' lower lip do the talking for him. ]
[ credence is as ferocious a predator as they come, and graves thinks his father will be proud of him; but perhaps a lot less proud of the fact that his son wants to jump his bodyguard's bones. graves doesn't care -- he doesn't miss a beat when he sits on his lap and straddles him, and graves kisses him hard, parting his mouth and drawing credence into him, pushing back when he does.
he knows what he's doing, how to ignite lust and stir passion, and he wants to do it all to credence. unbuttoning the teen's shirt, he drops his kisses to the pale expanse of his chest revealed, lips pressed against a nipple, then the other. ]
[ this kiss is met in like kind and credence moans softly into it, lips and teeth and tongue - that is, until graves drops his attentions lower and he arches toward the older man's mouth, teeth digging into his own lower lip this time. ] Percival.
[ it's just for the sake of saying it. then he grins breathlessly, shaking his head minutely. ] No.
[ an open refusal: rare but still possible, of course. ] Do it for me, Percival.
[ graves does as his imperious little prince asks, unzipping his trousers, his hand slipping in to draw him out. he loves the sweet little moan he makes when he presses his against his nipple, and he sucks a gentle lovebite right above it. he thinks of the teacher, how he had been so eager to suck credence's cock that he was willing to kneel before him in the bathroom for it -- and he understands.
he understand the pull that credence has, aand his fingers press hard onto his hip in retaliation, punishment for credence straying from him, finding solace in another man. he presses hard enough to leave faint bruises. good, then he'll remember him.
he raises his head, fingers wrapping around his cock to stroke. ] I'm going to get you off right here. You must still be aching for it. Did you like how he sucked you off?
[ credence is pliant under graves' hands, moving and curling close and nuzzling into his neck. he accepts his punishment with a faint whine - later he'll touch the bruises before the mirror reverently, brushing his fingers over them and remembering the feel of fingers pressing hard into his hip.
he's distracted by the hand on his cock, though--despite all of the verbal teasing and even the obscene calls--this is new, this is brand new and credence draws in a shaking breath, clutching close to him with trembling fingers. he feels stupid and childlike but it's just that he's wanted it so long and the idea of actually getting this is a little overwhelming.
and first he lets out on a moan: ] Really? You're--ah--not going to stop and tell me we can't? [ it's not biting, but he doesn't want to get riled up for this worse than usual just to have it end abruptly again. as for the question... ] He's pretty good at it but I wasn't enjoying myself until I pretended it was you.
[ a pause and he looks away, embarrassed. ] I almost came when I saw you there but he doesn't deserve it.
[ credence is always earnestly, sweetly honest where this is concerned, he thinks -- like he's aching to please, to earn affection, and he's warm like a kitten seeking love, when he curls up against him like this. the whine is absolutely endearing, and he can't help but nuzzle right back against him.
the car ride is smooth, and he's jerking him off, deliberate and firm, his palm coming to fondle his balls, heavy with arousal. it's exhilarating to know the effect that he has on him, how despite everything credence is damn well out of his depth and he knows it. he's so very young, and graves shakes his head, biting the bullet because he's waited long enough, and no one will know.
seeing credence with the teacher in his mind's eye makes his possessiveness flare anew, and he can't help but grip him tighter, grasping his chin to make him look back at him again. graves' eyes are dark, certain. ],/small> No, not today.
[ he can't make any promises for what comes after, but now -- all he wants is credence. ] You really wanted that to be me. Sucking you off, swallowing every drop you give me. My lips tight around your cock.
[ even with the partition up he knows he has to be quiet and so his moans are soft and breathy even though his hips are rocking up into graves' hand rhythmically and he's looking back at him quietly with parted lips as he's guided to stop looking away. he wants to say something, anything, but graves is promising that he's not going to stop for now and it makes something in him twist pleasantly - uncertain but wanting.
there's something sly that returns to him then before he nods, lifting his head to kiss graves firmly, insistently, before he runs the very tip of his tongue along his jaw to under his ear. ] I've wanted that for ages now. I've wanted to feel your hands on me, your mouth, making me come until I can't any more.
[ one hand moves to run fingers through his hair and he looks a little embarrassed again, unsure. ] Is it really all right that I don't know what I'm doing past this? I think about it a lot-- [ a gasping moan, hips jerking. ] That maybe I should let you have someone that can do things right. But I can't let you go.
[ graves is silent, efficient and practiced when he holds him and keeps him steady, drawing him towards him -- credence is hypnotising, intoxicating when he enjoys himself, that sly light in his eyes a part of why graves is so gone for him the way he is. credence is the perfect blend of shy but wicked, innocent but so very ripe to be taught, to be ravished.
that graves would be the man to do it is a high honor, and he smiles, leaning into his touch as he continues, reveling in the way he fondles his balls, warm and heavy, the thickness and length of his cock. graves is hungry for him, and his thumb rubs up and down the thick vein on the underside of his cock. ]
Then don't. [ he tells him. ] I'm going to show you how to please a man, Credence. You'll be good at this before you know it, and I'll be the only person you'll do this with. [ he murmurs, pushing two fingers between credence's lips and into his mouth. ] Suck. Make it all nice and wet.
[ credence is so scatterbrained like this, trying to keep his focus when all he wants to do is all this and more, more--graves' hand on his cock, more rocking his hips into the touches, more gentle tugging at the older man's hair. he shifts, placing an open-mouthed kiss to graves' adam's apple before lifting his head just in time to find himself with fingers being coaxed into his mouth.
his lips part obediently and he nods slightly before he complies, taking both of them in as far as he can, sucking at them obscenely and digging his nails into graves' shoulder. his eyes flutter closed and he moans softly around them, squirming because despite everything it's not enough and he wants all he can drag out of graves.
when he pulls back a little it's to nip playfully at the tips of his fingers with a little hum though he's definitely made sure to follow orders, a thin strand of saliva connecting his lips and graves' fingers until he pulls far enough away to break the connection. then he's licking his lips, grinning. ] Are you telling me you're mine, then?
[ graves concedes, watching those reddened lips and the way he looks at him when he pulls away, lips wet like his fingers, and he's leaning forward to kiss him, drawing his tongue into his mouth, slow and sensuous and deliberate, before his slick fingers track underneath his balls, index finger circling the tight little pucker of his hole.
he doesn't hesitate with him, pressing into him, feeling the give and stretch and knowing to take it slow. this is the farthest he's ever got with him, and he's going to go further. credence is ready for it, he thinks -- he can never forget the sounds he made when graves had bid him to fuck himself on his fingers. their conversation had been obscene, delightfully so, and graves feels his hunger stirring at the delicious memory.
now, he's doing it to him, slowly pushing past the knuckle, coming to bury it inside that ridiculously tight heat. he's never been fucked, graves knows -- and here is the truth. here is the way his body closes around him like he's aching to be fucked, and he rubs the heel of his palm against credence's balls, time and again.
credence drags the best and worst out of him, and this is no exception. ]
Only maybe? [ it's teasing but fond - he's happy with the answer, as evidenced by the way he curls closer in the wake of it.
he's immediately distracted though, sucking in a harsh breath as soon as graves' finger begins to press into him. his fingers are thicker than credence's are and he squirms just a little with a whine, taking a couple of breaths. but it's good too, a soft moan lost against his neck. he tries his best to relax but his body tenses slightly despite his best efforts at times - which just causes him to tighten more around graves' finger. ]
It's what I've wanted for so long now— [ he whines softly on the tail end of a moan, back arching as he rocks back against the finger inside him, the palm rubbing against his balls. ] It feels so good. I want this, I want so much. [ a soft and shaking breath again, hands grasping at his shoulders. ] More. Please.
[ graves drawls, just as fond, his eyes gentle despite his words. he's taking him in, the very sight of him when he accommodates his finger -- just the one first, to see if he can take it well -- and he appreciates how credence is so willing, his whines and moans soft and sweet, music to is ears. credence is born for this, made to be ravished, pleased, created for carnal delights and it's impossible that he wouldn't realize it.
look at him, tightening around his finger. graves' breath catches, and he continues his ministrations, intent on providing pleasure, and he leans forward to bite his bottom lip. ] Quiet. [ and there, right there, he's starting to fingerfuck him in slow, deliberate strokes. ]
You know you shouldn't be making these noises. [ no matter how much graves loves them. ] Don't make me gag you.
[ he's still clutching at him and the order makes him let out a breathy laugh - on a moan, even, though he quiets after that. it's so different with someone else doing it - the whole thing feels different, like he hasn't known any kind of pleasure until now.
he's trying so hard to be quiet, biting down on his lip hard and continuing to rock back against him. he wants more but he doesn't know how to articulate it past that single word. eventually he brings his lips closer to the older man's ear to murmur. ] More. Use another. [ it's barely audible and he bites down on graves' shoulder immediately afterward to stifle another moan. ]
[ graves muses in open agreement, his mouth finding the line of his neck before he sucks a gently lovebite there. outside of the car, there is life going on all around them -- people going about their daily life, none of them aware of the fact that his little prince is getting fingerfucked in the back of the car.
he can hear it now, the soft muffled moan buried against his shoulder, and he pushes another finger in as bid. he knows he has to be careful, he's bigger than credence's fingers, and he takes care when he stretches him a little more, testing his limits, leaning up to gently nip at his earlobe. ]
I've wanted you to do this for a long time. [ murmured. he sounds a little far-off, lost in the pleasure mixing with a little pain from being stretched - more discomfort than anything because it's bigger than he's used to.
he loves him, he really does, and he can't help but whisper it against his ear before leaning into the nip to his own earlobe. ] I'd imagine it was you while I did it.
[ still whispering, his back arching to urge into the thrusts. ] Sometimes I'd work up to three fingers and pretend— [ he cuts off on a soft noise, burying this one against graves as well. ] I wanted it to be you so badly. To feel you inside me.
[ there it is, there are the confessions, the sweet, tempting words. he knows he's wanted this for a long time, and graves is warmed by it all the same. he's slowly starting to fuck him, appreciating the way he clamps down so tight around his fingers -- and he can imagine just how desperate his boy wants to milk every drop from his cock.
yes, he can fucking imagine it, especially when he's so tight and hot the way he is right now. credence takes his breath away as he takes in those words, aching with need and pleasure and a desire to take him, to just fuck him here because no one will know, not even the driver.
but he can't. not like this. so he continues to fingerfuck him, his free hand coming to close around credence's thick, full cock, jerking him off as well. ]
I would go in deeper, sweetheart. [ he purrs, low and gravelly. ] I'd be so deep inside you, you won't be able to breathe. I'd be bigger than your lovely little fingers. I'll make your toes curl when I grind up just right.
[ credence doesn't even realize what a picture he must paint - half-dressed, painfully hard, getting fingerfucked in the back of a car by his own bodyguard while arched and trembling over his lap. he wants all this and more, licking his lips and silencing himself by biting at the inside of his cheek. it's so difficult to keep from crying out but he mustn't so he does everything it takes to keep himself quiet.
but then graves' hand is on his cock as well and his hips jerk into his hand with a rough breath. it's almost too much and he has to grit his teeth a moment to keep from coming right there, shifting his body so that he's down across the seat with one leg hooked over graves' shoulder as he lets out a sweet little noise, head pressing back. ] I want it. I want you. [ he licks his lips, distracted and scattered. ] I'm going to come soon.
[ he wants this so badly too, to come, to be milked dry by the older man, to feel every touch all at once with his skin aflame. ] Please.
[ what a magnificent picture it is; credence spread across the plush leather seats, half naked and flushed pink and panting, the very image of youthful debauchery -- the image graves is certain he'll get off to in his private moments.
the boy is stunningly beautiful, and he moves over him, dominant and indulgent. he is the man who will give him what he needs, the only one who will love him like this. He pushes him up to sitting up against the door, knowing that he cannot let credence stain those expensive trousers.
He lowers himself between his knees wordlessly, and takes his cock into his mouth, inch by inch until he's more than halfway inside him, and he sucks.
[ it's overwhelming is what it is: credence has to struggle to keep himself together and even that is questionable at best. he lets himself be moved when graves shifts him around and ends up leaning against the window, looking down at him through his mussed-up hair.
it's funny - for as put-together as he was with his teacher on his knees before him, all it takes is this for credence to come utterly undone with an audible whimper, one hand darting down to clutch at graves' shoulder and dig his nails in as warning before he comes - it feels like he's coming harder than he ever has before really and whether that's true or not, he's still left disheveled and breathing raggedly as he looks at graves blearily.
he'd apologize if it hadn't been so obvious that graves had wanted to tip him over the edge. ] Let me.
[ there, there it is. his boy coming in his mouth in sticky, hot spurts, thick come filling his mouth before he swallows down, once, twice -- while credence empties his load. he's sucking him off, licking and laving and urging every drop out of him with a greediness that belies his put-together nature.
he's quiet, too, he thinks, and he's licking him clean before he gently releases credence's softened cock from his mouth, admiring the wonderfully debauched sight credence presents, legs spread and dick wet, shirt open. he's a panting, flushed mess, and graves enjoys every moment of it.
[ watching him like this would make him come again if he could this quickly - god but he paints a gorgeous picture, everything credence has wanted, has had wet dreams about, for so long. he exhales slowly, licking his lips, looking down at him before he darts forward to kiss graves hungrily, shoving him back against the seat and straddling his thighs.
he grins against his mouth, hands coming down to palm him through his trousers as he pulls back just enough to murmur. ] Let me make you come too. I can feel how hard you are. I know you want my hands on your cock. My mouth too.
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he wants...
he wants everything. graves is right but it isn't fair. he knows he has to have an heir but he doesn't give a shit. he doesn't, he doesn't. he wants this, wants graves, so much that the act of wanting hurts.
he closes his eyes. ] I just want us. Even if no one can ever know, I want us. It doesn't have to mean sneaking around in bathrooms or pretending to be nothing but colleagues. It means we're together constantly so no one has to know that we're more than they think. Do you understand what I mean?
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[ credence is more mature than graves has initially given him credit for, understanding the complications that they face, and even if he can sometimes be impetuous and rash, he's displayed a lot of thought into this, his youthful passion a siren's song that keeps graves enthralled.
he wants him the same way, too -- to be by his side, to steal these moments from him, to walk with him as he grows and becomes the man he would one day be. his hand cups the back of his head, gently tilting him up as he captures his mouth against his again, the kiss surprisingly tender this time. he takes his time with him, and he nods, finally.
maybe. maybe this can work. maybe this is all that they need. after all, graves is not a child; he understands how these things go, and maybe an affair to pretty much fuck it out of their system is what they need.
or maybe that will entwine them deeper into each other; graves knows he has to take that bet. he has to; he doesn't know what else can excise credence from his mind, his heart, even if he wants to. ]
You'll regret it one day, you know. [ he says quietly, before kissing his forehead, knowing that he'll fall in love with him, absorbing his young charge's affections before he murmurs. ] Let's get in the car. It's not safe here.
[ not for what he wants to do to him. ]
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he smiles a little. graves may think that 'fucking it out of their systems' is something that could potentially actually happen, but credence is already deeply in love with him - there's no going to for him.
in any case he steals another kiss - and another, and another - before shaking his head. ] I don't think I will. I'll be the judge of whether I'll regret something or not. I'm not letting you leave me until one or the both of us are dead, so we'll see, won't we?
[ he smiles a little, wry, before standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. ] All right. Out to the car it is.
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here, in the privacy of this little space, they have just under half an hour, and graves doesn't waste time, tugging him towards him by his collar and claiming his mouth with his again, his hand sliding up under his shirt to smooth over his back.
until death it is, he decides -- credence won't let him go, and graves won't, either. he just isn't sure if it's love or obsession or both, and he doesn't care. ]
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credence surges forward when he's pulled, returning the kiss fervently and cradling the older man's jaw in both hands (feather light, barely there) as he shifts to sit on his lap, both legs to one side of him. he says nothing because he doesn't need to. he just lets the way his teeth tug at graves' lower lip do the talking for him. ]
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he knows what he's doing, how to ignite lust and stir passion, and he wants to do it all to credence. unbuttoning the teen's shirt, he drops his kisses to the pale expanse of his chest revealed, lips pressed against a nipple, then the other. ]
Unzip.
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[ it's just for the sake of saying it. then he grins breathlessly, shaking his head minutely. ] No.
[ an open refusal: rare but still possible, of course. ] Do it for me, Percival.
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he understand the pull that credence has, aand his fingers press hard onto his hip in retaliation, punishment for credence straying from him, finding solace in another man. he presses hard enough to leave faint bruises. good, then he'll remember him.
he raises his head, fingers wrapping around his cock to stroke. ] I'm going to get you off right here. You must still be aching for it. Did you like how he sucked you off?
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he's distracted by the hand on his cock, though--despite all of the verbal teasing and even the obscene calls--this is new, this is brand new and credence draws in a shaking breath, clutching close to him with trembling fingers. he feels stupid and childlike but it's just that he's wanted it so long and the idea of actually getting this is a little overwhelming.
and first he lets out on a moan: ] Really? You're--ah--not going to stop and tell me we can't? [ it's not biting, but he doesn't want to get riled up for this worse than usual just to have it end abruptly again. as for the question... ] He's pretty good at it but I wasn't enjoying myself until I pretended it was you.
[ a pause and he looks away, embarrassed. ] I almost came when I saw you there but he doesn't deserve it.
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the car ride is smooth, and he's jerking him off, deliberate and firm, his palm coming to fondle his balls, heavy with arousal. it's exhilarating to know the effect that he has on him, how despite everything credence is damn well out of his depth and he knows it. he's so very young, and graves shakes his head, biting the bullet because he's waited long enough, and no one will know.
seeing credence with the teacher in his mind's eye makes his possessiveness flare anew, and he can't help but grip him tighter, grasping his chin to make him look back at him again. graves' eyes are dark, certain. ],/small> No, not today.
[ he can't make any promises for what comes after, but now -- all he wants is credence. ] You really wanted that to be me. Sucking you off, swallowing every drop you give me. My lips tight around your cock.
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there's something sly that returns to him then before he nods, lifting his head to kiss graves firmly, insistently, before he runs the very tip of his tongue along his jaw to under his ear. ] I've wanted that for ages now. I've wanted to feel your hands on me, your mouth, making me come until I can't any more.
[ one hand moves to run fingers through his hair and he looks a little embarrassed again, unsure. ] Is it really all right that I don't know what I'm doing past this? I think about it a lot-- [ a gasping moan, hips jerking. ] That maybe I should let you have someone that can do things right. But I can't let you go.
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that graves would be the man to do it is a high honor, and he smiles, leaning into his touch as he continues, reveling in the way he fondles his balls, warm and heavy, the thickness and length of his cock. graves is hungry for him, and his thumb rubs up and down the thick vein on the underside of his cock. ]
Then don't. [ he tells him. ] I'm going to show you how to please a man, Credence. You'll be good at this before you know it, and I'll be the only person you'll do this with. [ he murmurs, pushing two fingers between credence's lips and into his mouth. ] Suck. Make it all nice and wet.
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his lips part obediently and he nods slightly before he complies, taking both of them in as far as he can, sucking at them obscenely and digging his nails into graves' shoulder. his eyes flutter closed and he moans softly around them, squirming because despite everything it's not enough and he wants all he can drag out of graves.
when he pulls back a little it's to nip playfully at the tips of his fingers with a little hum though he's definitely made sure to follow orders, a thin strand of saliva connecting his lips and graves' fingers until he pulls far enough away to break the connection. then he's licking his lips, grinning. ] Are you telling me you're mine, then?
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[ graves concedes, watching those reddened lips and the way he looks at him when he pulls away, lips wet like his fingers, and he's leaning forward to kiss him, drawing his tongue into his mouth, slow and sensuous and deliberate, before his slick fingers track underneath his balls, index finger circling the tight little pucker of his hole.
he doesn't hesitate with him, pressing into him, feeling the give and stretch and knowing to take it slow. this is the farthest he's ever got with him, and he's going to go further. credence is ready for it, he thinks -- he can never forget the sounds he made when graves had bid him to fuck himself on his fingers. their conversation had been obscene, delightfully so, and graves feels his hunger stirring at the delicious memory.
now, he's doing it to him, slowly pushing past the knuckle, coming to bury it inside that ridiculously tight heat. he's never been fucked, graves knows -- and here is the truth. here is the way his body closes around him like he's aching to be fucked, and he rubs the heel of his palm against credence's balls, time and again.
credence drags the best and worst out of him, and this is no exception. ]
Tell me how you like this.
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he's immediately distracted though, sucking in a harsh breath as soon as graves' finger begins to press into him. his fingers are thicker than credence's are and he squirms just a little with a whine, taking a couple of breaths. but it's good too, a soft moan lost against his neck. he tries his best to relax but his body tenses slightly despite his best efforts at times - which just causes him to tighten more around graves' finger. ]
It's what I've wanted for so long now— [ he whines softly on the tail end of a moan, back arching as he rocks back against the finger inside him, the palm rubbing against his balls. ] It feels so good. I want this, I want so much. [ a soft and shaking breath again, hands grasping at his shoulders. ] More. Please.
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[ graves drawls, just as fond, his eyes gentle despite his words. he's taking him in, the very sight of him when he accommodates his finger -- just the one first, to see if he can take it well -- and he appreciates how credence is so willing, his whines and moans soft and sweet, music to is ears. credence is born for this, made to be ravished, pleased, created for carnal delights and it's impossible that he wouldn't realize it.
look at him, tightening around his finger. graves' breath catches, and he continues his ministrations, intent on providing pleasure, and he leans forward to bite his bottom lip. ] Quiet. [ and there, right there, he's starting to fingerfuck him in slow, deliberate strokes. ]
You know you shouldn't be making these noises. [ no matter how much graves loves them. ] Don't make me gag you.
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[ he's still clutching at him and the order makes him let out a breathy laugh - on a moan, even, though he quiets after that. it's so different with someone else doing it - the whole thing feels different, like he hasn't known any kind of pleasure until now.
he's trying so hard to be quiet, biting down on his lip hard and continuing to rock back against him. he wants more but he doesn't know how to articulate it past that single word. eventually he brings his lips closer to the older man's ear to murmur. ] More. Use another. [ it's barely audible and he bites down on graves' shoulder immediately afterward to stifle another moan. ]
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[ graves muses in open agreement, his mouth finding the line of his neck before he sucks a gently lovebite there. outside of the car, there is life going on all around them -- people going about their daily life, none of them aware of the fact that his little prince is getting fingerfucked in the back of the car.
he can hear it now, the soft muffled moan buried against his shoulder, and he pushes another finger in as bid. he knows he has to be careful, he's bigger than credence's fingers, and he takes care when he stretches him a little more, testing his limits, leaning up to gently nip at his earlobe. ]
I've wanted to do this for a long time.
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he loves him, he really does, and he can't help but whisper it against his ear before leaning into the nip to his own earlobe. ] I'd imagine it was you while I did it.
[ still whispering, his back arching to urge into the thrusts. ] Sometimes I'd work up to three fingers and pretend— [ he cuts off on a soft noise, burying this one against graves as well. ] I wanted it to be you so badly. To feel you inside me.
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yes, he can fucking imagine it, especially when he's so tight and hot the way he is right now. credence takes his breath away as he takes in those words, aching with need and pleasure and a desire to take him, to just fuck him here because no one will know, not even the driver.
but he can't. not like this. so he continues to fingerfuck him, his free hand coming to close around credence's thick, full cock, jerking him off as well. ]
I would go in deeper, sweetheart. [ he purrs, low and gravelly. ] I'd be so deep inside you, you won't be able to breathe. I'd be bigger than your lovely little fingers. I'll make your toes curl when I grind up just right.
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but then graves' hand is on his cock as well and his hips jerk into his hand with a rough breath. it's almost too much and he has to grit his teeth a moment to keep from coming right there, shifting his body so that he's down across the seat with one leg hooked over graves' shoulder as he lets out a sweet little noise, head pressing back. ] I want it. I want you. [ he licks his lips, distracted and scattered. ] I'm going to come soon.
[ he wants this so badly too, to come, to be milked dry by the older man, to feel every touch all at once with his skin aflame. ] Please.
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the boy is stunningly beautiful, and he moves over him, dominant and indulgent. he is the man who will give him what he needs, the only one who will love him like this. He pushes him up to sitting up against the door, knowing that he cannot let credence stain those expensive trousers.
He lowers himself between his knees wordlessly, and takes his cock into his mouth, inch by inch until he's more than halfway inside him, and he sucks.
hard. ]
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it's funny - for as put-together as he was with his teacher on his knees before him, all it takes is this for credence to come utterly undone with an audible whimper, one hand darting down to clutch at graves' shoulder and dig his nails in as warning before he comes - it feels like he's coming harder than he ever has before really and whether that's true or not, he's still left disheveled and breathing raggedly as he looks at graves blearily.
he'd apologize if it hadn't been so obvious that graves had wanted to tip him over the edge. ] Let me.
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he's quiet, too, he thinks, and he's licking him clean before he gently releases credence's softened cock from his mouth, admiring the wonderfully debauched sight credence presents, legs spread and dick wet, shirt open. he's a panting, flushed mess, and graves enjoys every moment of it.
he licks his lips. ]
Let you do what, Credence?
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he grins against his mouth, hands coming down to palm him through his trousers as he pulls back just enough to murmur. ] Let me make you come too. I can feel how hard you are. I know you want my hands on your cock. My mouth too.
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