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GEN/NSFW/TFLN/TEXTS/STARTERS/PROMPTS from canonmates/non-canonmates most welcome.

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[He can feel a steady ache, tight and shaky, forming at the center of his stomach, getting tighter and tighter and spreading out until it tingles down his legs, making the muscles twitch.

Not having expected it to feel this way, Credence struggles to catch his breath, to keep his eyes open. His back arches and he falls back to the bed, only to arch again, hips trying to rock, move and twist. It's strange having Percival's fingers inside of him, blood-hot and thrusting in and out, a rhythmic pattern that his breathing begins to mimic. He wants to fight against the arm holding him steady, the body pressing him down and the command to maintain control. He wants to roll down on those fingers, he wants more and he's so desperate he wants to beg for it, but he can't convince himself to say it.]

Y-yes. I can feel you.

[His fingers curl, gentle in a way that his body can't seem to manage right then. Credence strokes Graves' cock, carefully, as if he's never done it before and he hasn't, hardly even his own, but he wants it to feel good.]

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[ There it is, those sweet words. He knows Credence is getting used to the idea of getting fucked, that he's acquainting himself with Graves, and how they are meant to be intimate. He moves against him, falling into a rhythm that he gently coaxes Credence into, showing him how to move and where, getting him comfortable.

Getting him comfortable is the most important thing; and Graves knows that he's learning. He knows he has to be patient with him, and he gently pushes him while he lightly spreads his fingers inside of him, urging him to relax, to loosen up, because if he doesn't, this is going to hurt. ]

Easy now, my love. [ He whispers heatedly, hips thrusting into his light grip, and Graves' free hand comes to close around Credence's in silent instruction. Firmer. More. ] A little while longer, and I'm going to fuck you.