[ Graves' approval is palpable; Credence is learning very quickly even if he's still apparently overwhelmed. He appreciates how his new husband is taking all of this in stride, even if it's very clearly overwhelming, and he has to smile at his expression, how he flushes crimson like he's both shy and proud at the same time.
Hands coming to rest on his waist, Graves' gaze hungry and admiring on every inch of him, he hums softly, a hand sliding between his legs to gently cup his balls. He's fondling them, playing with him, wanting to pleasure him. ] Your tight little hole, that's mine, too. It's made only for me, isn't it?
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[ Graves' approval is palpable; Credence is learning very quickly even if he's still apparently overwhelmed. He appreciates how his new husband is taking all of this in stride, even if it's very clearly overwhelming, and he has to smile at his expression, how he flushes crimson like he's both shy and proud at the same time.
Hands coming to rest on his waist, Graves' gaze hungry and admiring on every inch of him, he hums softly, a hand sliding between his legs to gently cup his balls. He's fondling them, playing with him, wanting to pleasure him. ] Your tight little hole, that's mine, too. It's made only for me, isn't it?