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[Credence lets his eyes fall shut. He knows that Graves will make it happen - he always does, whatever he wants. He doesn't think he could ever ask for anything that Percival couldn't get for him. Cool air hits him and he sways, rocking his body, pressing his ass into the dip of Graves' hips. He shifts and moves, letting the music and the stroke of Percival's hand on his cock guide his actions.]

Yes, Daddy.

[His mouth curves into a smirk as his eyelashes flutter, a groan slipping out as he glances around as his Daddy commanded that he do.]

I see them. [Credence whines at the loss of the plug, the emptiness, the way his muscles clench and spasm around nothing.] No. She hasn't earned it.

[His voice is soft, but firm, almost petulant in tone. He's acting as if such a stunning, beautiful woman isn't allowed to have his cock. As if she's not yet satisfied some unspecified set of guidelines before she can come near him. He wants it that way.]

She knows she hasn't.

[He cants his hips back, grinds low and slow.]

You're taking too long.

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Patience, my boy.

[ Graves purrs, low and velvet, his gaze squarely on the young woman who's singing, who's clearly noticed them -- and is that a tremor in her voice, is that a gentle fumble for words? She's too much of a professional to let on, and by that Graves is pleased, even when he catches her gaze sweeping over Credence's naked body, deliberately put on display by his indulgent older lover. She might not see their whole faces, but it doesn't matter.

No, all that matters is their bodies, the sex, obscene and poetic and sinfully sensual. Their bodies fit together seamlessly, when Graves' cock is so hard against where Credence is so shamelessly grinding down against him, begging to be fucked like a cat in heat. He tightens his hold around his cock with a lazy chiding, lips gently nipping at his earlobe, absorbing and delighting in Credence's imperious refusal.

No, of course not -- all of them must earn their place with his beautiful boy; after all, fucking him and getting fucked by him is a privilege precious few have -- Credence has impeccable standards, and he guides his boy's hand to his groin, guiding him to unzip him, to relieve the pressure of just how fucking hard he is right now, and he sucks a lovebite on the curve of Credence's throat. ]

Take me out, baby. Get me ready. I'm going to fuck you in front of her; look at how she wants you. [ He smiles, slow and wicked. ] What if I make her ride you, hmm? What if I want to watch you lift her skirts up, and push your cock inside her?