[ There it is, those sweet words. He knows Credence is getting used to the idea of getting fucked, that he's acquainting himself with Graves, and how they are meant to be intimate. He moves against him, falling into a rhythm that he gently coaxes Credence into, showing him how to move and where, getting him comfortable.
Getting him comfortable is the most important thing; and Graves knows that he's learning. He knows he has to be patient with him, and he gently pushes him while he lightly spreads his fingers inside of him, urging him to relax, to loosen up, because if he doesn't, this is going to hurt. ]
Easy now, my love. [ He whispers heatedly, hips thrusting into his light grip, and Graves' free hand comes to close around Credence's in silent instruction. Firmer. More. ] A little while longer, and I'm going to fuck you.
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Getting him comfortable is the most important thing; and Graves knows that he's learning. He knows he has to be patient with him, and he gently pushes him while he lightly spreads his fingers inside of him, urging him to relax, to loosen up, because if he doesn't, this is going to hurt. ]
Easy now, my love. [ He whispers heatedly, hips thrusting into his light grip, and Graves' free hand comes to close around Credence's in silent instruction. Firmer. More. ] A little while longer, and I'm going to fuck you.