[ Credence's sentiments are curious, as elusive as shifting sands, and Graves's curiosity is surely piqued. He allows Credence his willfulness, fascinated by how different he is when he's not an obedient shadow, pinned under his mother's thumb. He kisses his fingertip when Credence traces it over his lip, gentle but unwavering. Graves is still under his explorations, sensuously enjoying his touch, unashamed and open.
He can have anyone he wants, he can do whatever he wants -- and all that he wants now is Credence, this consummation and deflowering. He wants to take him and make him want more, and he catches his wrist then, drawing it down between his legs, urging Credence to touch him through the silk of his robe. Graves is already half-hard for him, his cock pressing against his hand. His young husband has given his permission, and Graves will not hesitate.
He offers him a world of carnal pleasure and intimacy in their bed, he will give him everything that he wants. His lips press against the exquisite line of his jaw, nipping gently at his chin. ]
I would press my lips to every inch of you. Make your body sing for me before you take me deep inside of you. [ He spreads Credence's legs further, his own desire mounting. He wants so badly to fuck him, to take, but Credence's first foray into sex shouldn't be one that terrifies him. Graves takes control, easily, smoothly. ] I want you to tell me when it pleases you. When you want more. Can you feel how hard I am?
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[ Credence's sentiments are curious, as elusive as shifting sands, and Graves's curiosity is surely piqued. He allows Credence his willfulness, fascinated by how different he is when he's not an obedient shadow, pinned under his mother's thumb. He kisses his fingertip when Credence traces it over his lip, gentle but unwavering. Graves is still under his explorations, sensuously enjoying his touch, unashamed and open.
He can have anyone he wants, he can do whatever he wants -- and all that he wants now is Credence, this consummation and deflowering. He wants to take him and make him want more, and he catches his wrist then, drawing it down between his legs, urging Credence to touch him through the silk of his robe. Graves is already half-hard for him, his cock pressing against his hand. His young husband has given his permission, and Graves will not hesitate.
He offers him a world of carnal pleasure and intimacy in their bed, he will give him everything that he wants. His lips press against the exquisite line of his jaw, nipping gently at his chin. ]
I would press my lips to every inch of you. Make your body sing for me before you take me deep inside of you. [ He spreads Credence's legs further, his own desire mounting. He wants so badly to fuck him, to take, but Credence's first foray into sex shouldn't be one that terrifies him. Graves takes control, easily, smoothly. ] I want you to tell me when it pleases you. When you want more. Can you feel how hard I am?