[ 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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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. ]