[ Credence is so sweetly honest, earnest that Graves cannot help but feel a ferocious possessiveness over him -- especially when he's obedient and stills under his instruction, knowing that he's consciously trying to make himself relax. It's endearing when he's as passionate as he is impatient, and Graves kisses back with equal ardor, fervent and ravenous, as if he's starved himself for too long and Credence is the only thing that can sate.
He continues to fingerfuck him, slick digit moving in and out in long, smooth strokes, getting him ready as he tries to ignore just how tight and snug he is, how much better it would feel clamped around Graves' cock, how everything in him is roaring to simply turn him over and give him a good, thorough fucking, make him cry out into the night.
No, Credence is not ready for that yet (Graves is not that cruel), and he pushes his second finger on with a soft murmur of approval, tongue slipping against his, snagging a hold of Credence's hand to guide it to his own painfully hard cock, wanting him to know just how much he wants him. Against his mouth, he whispers, hot and fierce. ]
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He continues to fingerfuck him, slick digit moving in and out in long, smooth strokes, getting him ready as he tries to ignore just how tight and snug he is, how much better it would feel clamped around Graves' cock, how everything in him is roaring to simply turn him over and give him a good, thorough fucking, make him cry out into the night.
No, Credence is not ready for that yet (Graves is not that cruel), and he pushes his second finger on with a soft murmur of approval, tongue slipping against his, snagging a hold of Credence's hand to guide it to his own painfully hard cock, wanting him to know just how much he wants him. Against his mouth, he whispers, hot and fierce. ]
Can you feel how much I want you?