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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[ 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?