[ Credence asks and Graves is more than happy to give. He can hear the rustling just beyond the case cover, knowing that Newt's obviously heard their young lover's call, a gentle summon and reminder that work is over, and their beloved seeks their shared attention. Graves has come to look forward to moments like these, when he can set aside work for a blessed hour or two and to accord Credence what he sweetly searches for.
They continue to let Credence discover what he loves, what he wants, broadening his horizons and showing him more, offering different pleasures, experiences, and he presses hungry kisses to Credence's throat, leaving a lovebite blossoming on pale skin. He's letting go of Credence's cock, reaching for the small tin of lubricant he leaves on the nightstand, smearing a generous amount on his fingers before he slips them between his cheeks, pressing lightly against his entrance. He pushes the first in, gentle but firm, knowing that this will probably be the first thing their lover will see when he comes up out of his case: Graves working Credence open for Newt, getting him ready to be thoroughly, wonderfully fucked.
There are scant nights when Credence doesn't come away with both Newt's and Graves' come inside him, spilled on his thighs, and Graves intends to hold up the pattern. ] He's coming to you. [ He murmurs against his skin. ] To us.
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They continue to let Credence discover what he loves, what he wants, broadening his horizons and showing him more, offering different pleasures, experiences, and he presses hungry kisses to Credence's throat, leaving a lovebite blossoming on pale skin. He's letting go of Credence's cock, reaching for the small tin of lubricant he leaves on the nightstand, smearing a generous amount on his fingers before he slips them between his cheeks, pressing lightly against his entrance. He pushes the first in, gentle but firm, knowing that this will probably be the first thing their lover will see when he comes up out of his case: Graves working Credence open for Newt, getting him ready to be thoroughly, wonderfully fucked.
There are scant nights when Credence doesn't come away with both Newt's and Graves' come inside him, spilled on his thighs, and Graves intends to hold up the pattern. ] He's coming to you. [ He murmurs against his skin. ] To us.