insidiose: (while you're sleeping until you believe)
credence. ([personal profile] insidiose) wrote2017-04-20 08:23 pm

[personal profile] mund

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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-17 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
No one else deserves you.

[ graves rumbles, low and gravelly when he's buried deep inside of him. he's enjoying credence's pleasure, hoping that it washes away the violations, the memory of the man who'd pinned credence there without his permission, taking what's not his. he can feel credence's bliss when he presses up against him, their bodies made for each other, what with the way they mold so easily against each other.

he can see the smile on his face, and graves cannot help but smile as well. it's such a rare, precious sight, and he commits this moment to memory before he slowly starts to move, his hand coming to curl around the base of credence's cock. his thrusts are long, deliberate, wanting to make him feel every inch of him.

graves adores him, grinding up inside him when he's balls deep inside before he pulls out again, giving him an incredibly thorough fuck. ]
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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-18 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ no, there's no one else for credence -- and there's no one else for graves. no one is as pliant and lovely as he is, when he moves back to cradle him and graves fucks him even harder, going a touch faster as he pulls out and buries himself balls-deep inside of him. there's something raw and primal about their coupling now, a buildup of tension that he cannot deny.

they've come so far together, tied to each other so powerfully despite trials and tribulations. graves cannot help but rolls his hips the way he knows credence loves, one hand gripping his hip to keep him steady while his other hand moves to jerk him off. ]


Look at you, baby. [ he breathes, low and sultry and deliberate. he's jerking him off where credence can see, how his hand moves up and down his thick, long cock, shamelessly drawing out his pleasure. ] You're so damn beautiful.
Edited 2017-06-18 15:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mund 2017-07-09 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ how can he deny him when he asks like this? graves meets him halfway, burying himself balls-deep inside that tight, hot channel, reveling in how good he always feels, how it seems like he's made just for him, pliant and willing and tasting like heaven. he loves the way credence looks at himself in the mirror, how his entire body bounces when graves bucks into him, hard and forceful, and he can't look away from how credence's cock is practically dripping, how his balls are so heavy from unspent seed.

they're desperate, they both are, and he goes even harder, breath catching at how he seems to tighten around him further. he sinks his teeth into the side of his neck, always making sure that his love is in his grasp, and he growls. his orgasm comes as if on command, urged by credence, and he almost draws blood when he comes, emptying his load into his lover in spurts, hips moving slower now as he comes again, again and again, filling him up and flooding those tight walls, marking him with himself, claiming him all over again.

here, now, credence belongs to him, and for a moment nothing else matters but credence and his pleasure. ]