[ 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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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. ]