[ oh, but isn't he gorgeous like this. serene and asleep and still asking for more of his attentions, groaning under his touch. credence smiles, shifting so that he can access even easier. that same hand gingerly slips beneath his pajama pants then so that he can curl fingers around him, enjoying how he's already hardened so much under his attentions. he strokes him this way too, slow and measured, trying to make sure graves stays asleep as long as possible while credence plays a bit.
now, "plays a bit" means a lot of things - stroking him, fondling his balls, mouthing gently at the side of his neck - until he shifts, oh-so-carefully sliding down on the bed so that he can free graves' cock from his pants and continue to stroke him with one hand. at the same time he squirms the rest of the way out of his own pants, sucking harshly on two of his fingers so that he can settle low on his knees on the mattress, resting on his elbow and slowly working a finger into himself while he lowers his head to lick a stripe up the length of graves' cock from base to head.
if he wakes up he'll get a lovely sight, and if he sleeps on he'll get a wonderful surprise soon enough. he wins either way. ]
[ graves sleeps on for now, but it doesn't mean he's not appreciating credence's generous, talented ministrations. his boy is exceptionally gifted at pleasing him, sensuous and playful, and in the back of his mind he recognises him, allows him to do what he wants. he's unconsciously urging him on, his hand moving from credence's to curl in the other's hair. he appreciates the heat and wetness of his mouth, the way his cock feels in the cool air before he feels him stroke him again.
he shivers at the heat and wetness of his tongue, and he makes a soft, approving, lust-laced noise in his throat, a soft rumble full of longing and desire. he'll wake in time, and he spreads his knees, pushing his own pants off half-heartedly, his body aware of what credence is doing but his mind still caught up in sleep. ]
[ and so he continues, careful and slow - tonguing at his balls, taking one and then the other into his mouth, suckling at them gently before moving teasing kisses up the length of graves' cock. it's only a brief span of seconds after that though that he's deep-throating him, head bobbing and breaths measured through his nose each time he pulls back.
he continues this for a while, moaning softly as he works himself up to two fingers, relentlessly fucking himself until he's rocking back against his hand needily and has to pull back from graves' cock to take a long, ragged breath, hands trembling slightly as they both press to the mattress to support him.
but he's smiling anyway - he leans to brush a kiss across graves' mouth before shifting to spit obscenely down the older man's cock, using the saliva to slick him further so that he can straddle his lap and slowly, so slowly, begin to lower himself down on him with one hand gripping firmly to the base to keep him positioned properly. ]
[ barely audible, but music to his ears. graves awakens slowly, when he feels the heat of him, intoxicating and overwhelming, pushing down on his cock. arousal prickles down his spine, makes him gasp when he feels it -- credence's weight on his hips, cradled against him.
he moves when he realizes what's going on, a hand coming up to curl in the back of credence's head to pull him down to his mouth. it doesn't take long for graves to know that he isn't being assaulted or killed in his sleep, no; credence is awake and wants to have some fun, and they've done this enough for him to immediately lean into what his young lover plans to do.
with a soft hum of approval, graves parts his mouth to kiss him, deep and passionate and thorough, so very hard that he knows credence had to strain to take him inside him. ]
Feeling empty inside, are you? [ his words are low and throaty, tinged with sleep. ]
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now, "plays a bit" means a lot of things - stroking him, fondling his balls, mouthing gently at the side of his neck - until he shifts, oh-so-carefully sliding down on the bed so that he can free graves' cock from his pants and continue to stroke him with one hand. at the same time he squirms the rest of the way out of his own pants, sucking harshly on two of his fingers so that he can settle low on his knees on the mattress, resting on his elbow and slowly working a finger into himself while he lowers his head to lick a stripe up the length of graves' cock from base to head.
if he wakes up he'll get a lovely sight, and if he sleeps on he'll get a wonderful surprise soon enough. he wins either way. ]
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he shivers at the heat and wetness of his tongue, and he makes a soft, approving, lust-laced noise in his throat, a soft rumble full of longing and desire. he'll wake in time, and he spreads his knees, pushing his own pants off half-heartedly, his body aware of what credence is doing but his mind still caught up in sleep. ]
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he continues this for a while, moaning softly as he works himself up to two fingers, relentlessly fucking himself until he's rocking back against his hand needily and has to pull back from graves' cock to take a long, ragged breath, hands trembling slightly as they both press to the mattress to support him.
but he's smiling anyway - he leans to brush a kiss across graves' mouth before shifting to spit obscenely down the older man's cock, using the saliva to slick him further so that he can straddle his lap and slowly, so slowly, begin to lower himself down on him with one hand gripping firmly to the base to keep him positioned properly. ]
Fuck.
[ it's a whisper, barely audible. ]
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he moves when he realizes what's going on, a hand coming up to curl in the back of credence's head to pull him down to his mouth. it doesn't take long for graves to know that he isn't being assaulted or killed in his sleep, no; credence is awake and wants to have some fun, and they've done this enough for him to immediately lean into what his young lover plans to do.
with a soft hum of approval, graves parts his mouth to kiss him, deep and passionate and thorough, so very hard that he knows credence had to strain to take him inside him. ]
Feeling empty inside, are you? [ his words are low and throaty, tinged with sleep. ]