[ Graves says quietly when Credence climbs onto his lap, all long limbs and understated grace. He studies him when Credence settles in, when his hand strokes his chest, warm over the fine dark silks of his robes. He can't take his eyes off him -- Credence is strange and beautiful, and Graves can't help a possessive flare of pride when he realizes that his new husband is irrevocably changed from the night before; that he's fundamentally changed, eyes opened to pleasures of the flesh, a taste for it kindled within him and Graves is the only one that can answer the longing.
A hand comes to rest on his waist, the other curving over his ass. Credence is sore today, he knows -- but here he is, still wanting more, like a kitten after a saucer of milk. He will indulge him, and Graves leans forward to kiss his mouth briefly, lingering and in no real hurry. Teasing him, he thinks, is worth it when he starts to ask for more, reckless and passionate and entirely insatiable. Graves has never been more happy with a partner, especially when it's Credence, and he squeezes his ass gently, careful not to make it hurt more. ]
I took your innocence from you. [ He murmurs, his words low and velvet. ] You belong to me now. All of you. [ He nuzzles him, noses against his cheek, his gesture lazily intimate. Credence had given him something precious, something he thought had been a lie up until the moment he realized Credence knew so very little of sex. That's all about to change. ]
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[ Graves says quietly when Credence climbs onto his lap, all long limbs and understated grace. He studies him when Credence settles in, when his hand strokes his chest, warm over the fine dark silks of his robes. He can't take his eyes off him -- Credence is strange and beautiful, and Graves can't help a possessive flare of pride when he realizes that his new husband is irrevocably changed from the night before; that he's fundamentally changed, eyes opened to pleasures of the flesh, a taste for it kindled within him and Graves is the only one that can answer the longing.
A hand comes to rest on his waist, the other curving over his ass. Credence is sore today, he knows -- but here he is, still wanting more, like a kitten after a saucer of milk. He will indulge him, and Graves leans forward to kiss his mouth briefly, lingering and in no real hurry. Teasing him, he thinks, is worth it when he starts to ask for more, reckless and passionate and entirely insatiable. Graves has never been more happy with a partner, especially when it's Credence, and he squeezes his ass gently, careful not to make it hurt more. ]
I took your innocence from you. [ He murmurs, his words low and velvet. ] You belong to me now. All of you. [ He nuzzles him, noses against his cheek, his gesture lazily intimate. Credence had given him something precious, something he thought had been a lie up until the moment he realized Credence knew so very little of sex. That's all about to change. ]
How shall I make you feel better today?