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credence. ([personal profile] insidiose) wrote2017-04-20 08:23 pm

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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-10 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe.

[ 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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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-11 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd rather you not get complacent.

[ 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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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-12 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
No, you aren't.

[ 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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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-12 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-16 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.

hard. ]
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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-17 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.

he licks his lips. ]


Let you do what, Credence?
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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-18 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ credence is right. graves wants this. he wants this more than anyone else; he's hooked onto credence's kisses, the way he tastes in his mouth, when he so eagerly kisses him after. graves allows him to press him back against the seat, and he looks up at him, an instinctive refusal bubbling up in his chest.

but why not? a small, traitorous part of him thinks. his little prince, his beloved boy on his knees, sucking his cock with that pretty mouth, letting graves fuck that hot, wet mouth until he comes inside him -- and he swallows hard, impossibly tempted. ]


You can't do that. [ he breathes half-heartedly, eyes lidded. ] I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you.

[ but he wants him. oh, how he wants him. ]
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[personal profile] mund 2017-07-09 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's just like credence, isn't it? his lovely, bratty boy, saying that he'll listen but ultimately doing as he likes anyway. because look at him now, so beautiful between his thighs, and this time it's graves' that's seduced by him, doe-eyed and gorgeous, and his refusal dies on his lips.

oh, to be loved by this boy, to be adored and wanted by him, and he takes what he promises -- that this is what he can have, and for a moment he gives in, gently coaxing him onwards and looking down at him with lidded eyes. ]


Do it. Let me see you. [ his words are rough, almost a growl, and he cradles the back of his head, holding him there but not pulling. ]