[ waking up from a very nice dream half-hard when it’s 3am and you’re groggy, half-asleep, and too tired to do much of anything is like some kind of cruel cosmic joke. credence is still curled against graves’ side with one leg hooked around his and an arm over his chest, meaning he’s pressed up against the outside of his thigh, the warmth of his body not helping much at all.
he can tell from the cadence of graves’ breathing that he’s still asleep and waking him seems like a waste, so he burrows in to try and go back to sleep. which, considering his luck, doesn’t work at all. he gives up on that too, carefully disentangling himself and rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling like it will contain the answers he seeks.
it doesn’t, of course, and all he can do is think back to his dream - which just serves to make his cock harden even more. sighing, he eventually gives in and scoots a couple of inches away so as not to disturb graves as he tugs his pajama pants down just enough to let his erection spring free. one hand moves to grip at the base, squeezing down with a low huff of breath before he begins to stroke in earnest.
his hand works over his cock slowly, thumb brushing over the slit, around the edge of the head, down the vein of the underside. It’s all well-practiced and he’s good enough at keeping himself quiet so that graves stays sound asleep. that makes him thoughtful though and he rolls onto his side, watching the older man sleep and taking in the sight of him. it’s been too hot for blankets so they’re both just in their pajama pants, a sheet kicked down to the bottom of the bed.
credence smiles despite himself, deciding to give himself a challenge. he slowly reaches out with his free hand to trail his fingers lightly over the outline of his cock through his pants. it’s a risky move but he figures if graves does wake up he won’t mind. his own pleasure forgotten, he looks furtively to make sure he’s still asleep before gently beginning to rub over him through his pants, licking his lips thoughtfully before dropping his gaze again.
the end goal is making him come without waking up, but credence doesn’t expect to get that far - he’s thinking that the journey is fun enough as he slides his hand downward to give the lightest squeeze to his balls. if graves doesn’t wake up he’ll continue; if he does then he’ll continue then too. ]
[ graves sleeps deeply, heavily when it's 3am -- as a man whose best is demanded of him at every minute of every damn day, he needs his rest wherever he can get it. now, however, he absently senses how credence starts to squirm in his arms, delicately disentangling himself even if he doesn't sense him getting out of the bed. no, it happens when credence stirs in his sleep, and nothing registers that leads him to wake.
but then something happens, something strange and new; someone's touching his cock through his pajama pants. in his sleep he doesn't register it at first, at least not consciousles, even if the pleasure makes his spine tingle, his cock slowly but surely filling out, stiffening under his lover's sensuous attentions. he shifts at the squeeze to his balls, moving over onto his back and inadvertently giving credence more leeway to play with him.
his cock is pressing up against the soft silk of the pajamas, and he makes a low, incoherent little sound, still swept up in sleep to truly register just what credence is doing. but it's obvious his body is enjoying it, a hand coming to rest over credence's. carry on, his body seems to say -- keep going. graves shifts under his attentions, head turned aside with a low groan. he'll wake soon, soon. ]
[ oh, but isn't he gorgeous like this. serene and asleep and still asking for more of his attentions, groaning under his touch. credence smiles, shifting so that he can access even easier. that same hand gingerly slips beneath his pajama pants then so that he can curl fingers around him, enjoying how he's already hardened so much under his attentions. he strokes him this way too, slow and measured, trying to make sure graves stays asleep as long as possible while credence plays a bit.
now, "plays a bit" means a lot of things - stroking him, fondling his balls, mouthing gently at the side of his neck - until he shifts, oh-so-carefully sliding down on the bed so that he can free graves' cock from his pants and continue to stroke him with one hand. at the same time he squirms the rest of the way out of his own pants, sucking harshly on two of his fingers so that he can settle low on his knees on the mattress, resting on his elbow and slowly working a finger into himself while he lowers his head to lick a stripe up the length of graves' cock from base to head.
if he wakes up he'll get a lovely sight, and if he sleeps on he'll get a wonderful surprise soon enough. he wins either way. ]
[ graves sleeps on for now, but it doesn't mean he's not appreciating credence's generous, talented ministrations. his boy is exceptionally gifted at pleasing him, sensuous and playful, and in the back of his mind he recognises him, allows him to do what he wants. he's unconsciously urging him on, his hand moving from credence's to curl in the other's hair. he appreciates the heat and wetness of his mouth, the way his cock feels in the cool air before he feels him stroke him again.
he shivers at the heat and wetness of his tongue, and he makes a soft, approving, lust-laced noise in his throat, a soft rumble full of longing and desire. he'll wake in time, and he spreads his knees, pushing his own pants off half-heartedly, his body aware of what credence is doing but his mind still caught up in sleep. ]
[ and so he continues, careful and slow - tonguing at his balls, taking one and then the other into his mouth, suckling at them gently before moving teasing kisses up the length of graves' cock. it's only a brief span of seconds after that though that he's deep-throating him, head bobbing and breaths measured through his nose each time he pulls back.
he continues this for a while, moaning softly as he works himself up to two fingers, relentlessly fucking himself until he's rocking back against his hand needily and has to pull back from graves' cock to take a long, ragged breath, hands trembling slightly as they both press to the mattress to support him.
but he's smiling anyway - he leans to brush a kiss across graves' mouth before shifting to spit obscenely down the older man's cock, using the saliva to slick him further so that he can straddle his lap and slowly, so slowly, begin to lower himself down on him with one hand gripping firmly to the base to keep him positioned properly. ]
[ barely audible, but music to his ears. graves awakens slowly, when he feels the heat of him, intoxicating and overwhelming, pushing down on his cock. arousal prickles down his spine, makes him gasp when he feels it -- credence's weight on his hips, cradled against him.
he moves when he realizes what's going on, a hand coming up to curl in the back of credence's head to pull him down to his mouth. it doesn't take long for graves to know that he isn't being assaulted or killed in his sleep, no; credence is awake and wants to have some fun, and they've done this enough for him to immediately lean into what his young lover plans to do.
with a soft hum of approval, graves parts his mouth to kiss him, deep and passionate and thorough, so very hard that he knows credence had to strain to take him inside him. ]
Feeling empty inside, are you? [ his words are low and throaty, tinged with sleep. ]
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he can tell from the cadence of graves’ breathing that he’s still asleep and waking him seems like a waste, so he burrows in to try and go back to sleep. which, considering his luck, doesn’t work at all. he gives up on that too, carefully disentangling himself and rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling like it will contain the answers he seeks.
it doesn’t, of course, and all he can do is think back to his dream - which just serves to make his cock harden even more. sighing, he eventually gives in and scoots a couple of inches away so as not to disturb graves as he tugs his pajama pants down just enough to let his erection spring free. one hand moves to grip at the base, squeezing down with a low huff of breath before he begins to stroke in earnest.
his hand works over his cock slowly, thumb brushing over the slit, around the edge of the head, down the vein of the underside. It’s all well-practiced and he’s good enough at keeping himself quiet so that graves stays sound asleep. that makes him thoughtful though and he rolls onto his side, watching the older man sleep and taking in the sight of him. it’s been too hot for blankets so they’re both just in their pajama pants, a sheet kicked down to the bottom of the bed.
credence smiles despite himself, deciding to give himself a challenge. he slowly reaches out with his free hand to trail his fingers lightly over the outline of his cock through his pants. it’s a risky move but he figures if graves does wake up he won’t mind. his own pleasure forgotten, he looks furtively to make sure he’s still asleep before gently beginning to rub over him through his pants, licking his lips thoughtfully before dropping his gaze again.
the end goal is making him come without waking up, but credence doesn’t expect to get that far - he’s thinking that the journey is fun enough as he slides his hand downward to give the lightest squeeze to his balls. if graves doesn’t wake up he’ll continue; if he does then he’ll continue then too. ]
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but then something happens, something strange and new; someone's touching his cock through his pajama pants. in his sleep he doesn't register it at first, at least not consciousles, even if the pleasure makes his spine tingle, his cock slowly but surely filling out, stiffening under his lover's sensuous attentions. he shifts at the squeeze to his balls, moving over onto his back and inadvertently giving credence more leeway to play with him.
his cock is pressing up against the soft silk of the pajamas, and he makes a low, incoherent little sound, still swept up in sleep to truly register just what credence is doing. but it's obvious his body is enjoying it, a hand coming to rest over credence's. carry on, his body seems to say -- keep going. graves shifts under his attentions, head turned aside with a low groan. he'll wake soon, soon. ]
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now, "plays a bit" means a lot of things - stroking him, fondling his balls, mouthing gently at the side of his neck - until he shifts, oh-so-carefully sliding down on the bed so that he can free graves' cock from his pants and continue to stroke him with one hand. at the same time he squirms the rest of the way out of his own pants, sucking harshly on two of his fingers so that he can settle low on his knees on the mattress, resting on his elbow and slowly working a finger into himself while he lowers his head to lick a stripe up the length of graves' cock from base to head.
if he wakes up he'll get a lovely sight, and if he sleeps on he'll get a wonderful surprise soon enough. he wins either way. ]
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he shivers at the heat and wetness of his tongue, and he makes a soft, approving, lust-laced noise in his throat, a soft rumble full of longing and desire. he'll wake in time, and he spreads his knees, pushing his own pants off half-heartedly, his body aware of what credence is doing but his mind still caught up in sleep. ]
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he continues this for a while, moaning softly as he works himself up to two fingers, relentlessly fucking himself until he's rocking back against his hand needily and has to pull back from graves' cock to take a long, ragged breath, hands trembling slightly as they both press to the mattress to support him.
but he's smiling anyway - he leans to brush a kiss across graves' mouth before shifting to spit obscenely down the older man's cock, using the saliva to slick him further so that he can straddle his lap and slowly, so slowly, begin to lower himself down on him with one hand gripping firmly to the base to keep him positioned properly. ]
Fuck.
[ it's a whisper, barely audible. ]
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he moves when he realizes what's going on, a hand coming up to curl in the back of credence's head to pull him down to his mouth. it doesn't take long for graves to know that he isn't being assaulted or killed in his sleep, no; credence is awake and wants to have some fun, and they've done this enough for him to immediately lean into what his young lover plans to do.
with a soft hum of approval, graves parts his mouth to kiss him, deep and passionate and thorough, so very hard that he knows credence had to strain to take him inside him. ]
Feeling empty inside, are you? [ his words are low and throaty, tinged with sleep. ]