[ 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.
[ 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.
You'll deny me this? I'll listen, but how disappointing... [ he's still palming over him, squeezing his cock and nipping softly at his lower lip. he can tell graves is struggling with it and all he wants is to push him over the edge. he smiles then, tilting his head. ] What if I told you this is what I want? That you can take care of me this way?
[ credence is slowly sliding off of his lap as he speaks, not stopping until he's resting on his knees before him, oddly cramped in the small space but not seeming to mind. he looks up at graves, wide and doe-eyed as he nuzzles lightly against his cock, then mouths a kiss through his pants, hot but dry - he's not stupid enough to wet the front of his pants, no. ]
Let me? Please?
[ and now: he looks up at him still, chin resting lightly on his thigh and lips parted just slightly. this is what you could have. ]
[ 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. ]
[ and now credence grins wolfishly, nuzzling back into the hand at his head as his hands deftly work at graves' belt and pants, heel of his palm purposely rubbing over his cock as he does. so soon as is possible he frees him from any fabric, licking his lips and taking in the sight of him for a moment, teeth catching at his lower lip mischievously. ]
Does this mean you'll truly be all mine? All of you?
[ he's smiling as he says it, cheek pressing to the underside of graves' cock before he turns his head to lick a slow stripe along the length of it, lips dragging over velvety skin. ]
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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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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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[ credence is slowly sliding off of his lap as he speaks, not stopping until he's resting on his knees before him, oddly cramped in the small space but not seeming to mind. he looks up at graves, wide and doe-eyed as he nuzzles lightly against his cock, then mouths a kiss through his pants, hot but dry - he's not stupid enough to wet the front of his pants, no. ]
Let me? Please?
[ and now: he looks up at him still, chin resting lightly on his thigh and lips parted just slightly. this is what you could have. ]
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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. ]
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Does this mean you'll truly be all mine? All of you?
[ he's smiling as he says it, cheek pressing to the underside of graves' cock before he turns his head to lick a slow stripe along the length of it, lips dragging over velvety skin. ]
Even this?