[ credence respects and is grateful for everything graves has done for him. without him he'd still be on the streets. or in prison. or dead. none of the options are very good but with graves' help he's been able to blossom, to come into his own, to become what he's supposed to be. which is this - lovely, whole, adored.
his back arches, head tipping back and eyes fluttering almost closed with a hissed out curse of pleasure. graves' words hover over him and warm him and he shifts just enough to accommodate their positioning. ] I know. [ it's whispered, barely audible. he's pleased and happy and—he rocks back even though graves is as deep as he can get, purposely tensing around him once before tipping his head forward to look at him in their reflection again, eyes just as merry as the still-rare smile on his face. ]
No one understands me like you do. No one else deserves me. [ he's stretching out his neck, breathing out slow and almost ragged and with a soft i love you passing his lips. then: ] I'm ready for a little more.
[ 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. ]
[ and no one else does. no one is made so perfectly for credence like graves is, mind body and soul. with one hand remaining where it is the other moves back to cradle the nape of graves' neck, his head tipping back to rest on his shoulder as he breathes in and out slowly, closing his eyes and just feeling. this is what he wants and needs, the reminder. graves loves him, graves will do anything for him, graves could treat him like a pampered pet or a brat king but instead treats him like an equal. it's taken them so long to get here but they are here.
his moans are low but almost musical for the way graves is playing him expertly like he's an instrument in a master musician's hands - he knows exactly where to touch, how to thrust, what to do to make credence feel like his knees are going to give out beneath him. they almost do, once. he breathes out raggedly and clutches at graves more tightly, eyes barely slitting open to look at him in their reflections. ]
[ 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.
[ credence chokes on a moan when graves goes faster, an almost hiccup-like sound escaping him as he rocks back into the thrusts insistently. ] I'm looking— [ the last bit trails off in a whine. he is looking now, eyes staying open to watch in the mirror, body tense but in the most pleasant of ways - he licks his lips, grip on graves' neck tightening just slightly. ]
J-just like that. Percival-! [ credence is always vocal but this is more than usual - louder even - and suddenly his nails scrabble at graves' back a bit. for a while he just breathes; then, finally: ] Harder. Please. I'm so close, I want to come. I want to feel you come inside me.
[ 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. ]
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his back arches, head tipping back and eyes fluttering almost closed with a hissed out curse of pleasure. graves' words hover over him and warm him and he shifts just enough to accommodate their positioning. ] I know. [ it's whispered, barely audible. he's pleased and happy and—he rocks back even though graves is as deep as he can get, purposely tensing around him once before tipping his head forward to look at him in their reflection again, eyes just as merry as the still-rare smile on his face. ]
No one understands me like you do. No one else deserves me. [ he's stretching out his neck, breathing out slow and almost ragged and with a soft i love you passing his lips. then: ] I'm ready for a little more.
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[ 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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his moans are low but almost musical for the way graves is playing him expertly like he's an instrument in a master musician's hands - he knows exactly where to touch, how to thrust, what to do to make credence feel like his knees are going to give out beneath him. they almost do, once. he breathes out raggedly and clutches at graves more tightly, eyes barely slitting open to look at him in their reflections. ]
Just like this. More like this. Please.
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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.
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J-just like that. Percival-! [ credence is always vocal but this is more than usual - louder even - and suddenly his nails scrabble at graves' back a bit. for a while he just breathes; then, finally: ] Harder. Please. I'm so close, I want to come. I want to feel you come inside me.
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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. ]