[ 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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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?