[Credence raises his arms to help the nightgown slip off, arms curling around himself in modesty and nerves.
His lip trembles as the King approaches, captivating and commanding, in complete control of himself as he invades Credence's space, leaving him nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. His breath catches in his throat - he's being looked at, head to toe, and there's no disgust or hatred. There are soft fingers touching his jaw, his clavicle, even softer words muttered out, and if Credence hadn't been told differently, he might think his new King were a kind man. Generous and loving, capable of giving Credence what he's always wanted.
He knows better, knows that can't possibly be true. Credence wants it, though, if only for tonight. If he's good enough, he could possibly have it.
Never having been kissed, Credence isn't prepared for the rush of feeling it perpetuates throughout his entire body. It's unusual, the little jolt in his belly, the sudden way his cock twitches, how his mouth tingles and aches from the simplest touch.]
I'm trying not to be.
[His husband is still leaning over him, but there's space enough for Credence to slip a hand between them. He runs his fingers over his lower lip, over the warm skin that his husband had just kissed. His eyes flick up to meet Graves' then down to his mouth, back up again. Confusion crinkles his brows. It's not supposed to feel good. It's not and he's confused, panic edging in at the corners.]
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His lip trembles as the King approaches, captivating and commanding, in complete control of himself as he invades Credence's space, leaving him nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. His breath catches in his throat - he's being looked at, head to toe, and there's no disgust or hatred. There are soft fingers touching his jaw, his clavicle, even softer words muttered out, and if Credence hadn't been told differently, he might think his new King were a kind man. Generous and loving, capable of giving Credence what he's always wanted.
He knows better, knows that can't possibly be true. Credence wants it, though, if only for tonight. If he's good enough, he could possibly have it.
Never having been kissed, Credence isn't prepared for the rush of feeling it perpetuates throughout his entire body. It's unusual, the little jolt in his belly, the sudden way his cock twitches, how his mouth tingles and aches from the simplest touch.]
I'm trying not to be.
[His husband is still leaning over him, but there's space enough for Credence to slip a hand between them. He runs his fingers over his lower lip, over the warm skin that his husband had just kissed. His eyes flick up to meet Graves' then down to his mouth, back up again. Confusion crinkles his brows. It's not supposed to feel good. It's not and he's confused, panic edging in at the corners.]
How did you do that?