fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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After what happened on their last meeting the boy is scarier than ever, tenser, more touch-starved for acceptance. Graves goes slow and gentle at first, teases him with the tip of his cock in a way that makes Credence grasp, makes him blush a pretty shade of red and latch onto him. So when Graves pushes against Credence’s lips and his mouth parts, it’s wet and pliant under his touch.

The boy might be naïve, but his eagerness more than make up for that.

“You are doing so well, Credence,” Graves says, voice hoarse, eyes dark with need. “I’m so proud of you.”

He loves the feeling of Credence’s mouth wrapped around him; the softness of his plumped lips; the sweet strangled noises Credence’s let out when he thrusts right inside him. As much as he wants Credence to feel good, to beg for this, to go on his knees without comply and take him in, he can’t help but hold onto him. One of his hands clutches Credence’s hair while another curls over his chin, turning it up so he can look deeply into his eyes and see the hunger there as he fucks harder into the back of his throat.

Compliantly, Credence tries to stay very still, but Graves drags his head back, and then pushes faster, deeper, hands sliding down to the boy’s neck, so he can feel the way Credence’s breath shudders under his fingers just because he can – and because every time he touches him the boys melts into him, and something swells inside Graves’s chest.

“Good boy,” he groans, presses forward.

Credence stays quiet except from a small shiver. Graves can feel his chest heaven, the quick pound of Credence’s veins, and the uneven deep of his lungs despite the noises on the street.

“Credence,” Graves says, and Credence twist at the sound of his name. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

Once he finally teases a small moan out of his flushed lips, Graves pauses to glance down at the boy’s face, wonders how would it be like to have him all to himself, to wake up with something hot and hard wrapped around him. Credence’s eyes are dark with need and his lips are pink with an alluring, pouty redness; bloat and fleshy against his hard cock. He looks ― defiled as if Graves has stolen his virginity again and again.

The rest here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10228550

Prompt Post #2

Re: Graves/Credence, Virginity Kink