[Credence dips his tongue into Graves' mouth, tasting the fine wine that he must have had earlier, the warmth almost as intoxicating - and it does distract him, from the pressure and burn, from the way his body fights it at first. It lets him relax, helps him keep his hips from moving so much.]
I do enjoy i-it. Feels really good.
[When he allows himself to relax long enough for it, anyway.]
I can. [He almost promises, vows that he can and will be patient, but he doesn't. They are newly wed and he doesn't want to commit to something that he fears he won't be able to hold steady to. His body is already impatient for more, for sensation and pleasure, now that he's felt it.] I'll try.
[Parting his lips, he kisses Graves again, hard and open mouthed, sloppy.]
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I do enjoy i-it. Feels really good.
[When he allows himself to relax long enough for it, anyway.]
I can. [He almost promises, vows that he can and will be patient, but he doesn't. They are newly wed and he doesn't want to commit to something that he fears he won't be able to hold steady to. His body is already impatient for more, for sensation and pleasure, now that he's felt it.] I'll try.
[Parting his lips, he kisses Graves again, hard and open mouthed, sloppy.]