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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Fill: Possessive Graves/Credence, Come Marking 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 01:43 am (UTC)(link)---
The first time he does it, it’s an accident.
It’s not that Graves loses control – of course not – but Credence’s mouth is so perfectly fuckable, the sweet wet heat of it, the soft, pliant openness of his jaw, and as much as Graves wants to make this slow and tender – he wants Credence to want this, to get on his knees before Graves even asks next time – as he nears the edge of orgasm he can’t help holding on to Credence, one hand in his hair and one twisted in the chain of the hallows necklace, holding onto him and fucking into his mouth.
Credence gasps at the change in rhythm, his eyes pressed closed, but obediently he keeps his mouth open. Graves drags Credence’s head back so it’s easier to push deeper, into his throat, fast desperate thrusts now that he’s so close. Credence’s moans are staccato now, stoppered by the push of Graves’ cock, and Graves can feel climax gathering like a storm inside him, almost there –
He’s going to come down Credence’s throat. He twists the necklace tighter and pushes so far into Credence that it seems all he can feel is the trembling heat of Credence’s throat, and he grits his teeth –
And Credence chokes, throat spasming, and yanks away in a panic. His hair slips through Graves’ fingers, but he can’t go far with the necklace digging into his neck.
Graves hisses and grabs his spit-slick cock in one hand as he tries to drag Credence closer with the other – but it’s too late. Orgasm is already crashing over him and he’s starting to come on Credence’s face.
Oh.
He’s coming in thick white stripes over Credence’s flushed, upturned face. Credence freezes at the first hot stripe across his cheek and kneels there trembling as slick whiteness spills across his nose, his dark eyelashes, his pink half-open mouth.
The sight twists fiercely at Graves’ belly, making his cock jump in his hand and spurt messily across Credence’s sharp cheek, his spit-wet chin. It’s a long moment before Graves finally finishes, drooling the last pulses onto Credence’s lips, and then he drags in a desperate breath.
There’s silence. The air is thick with the weight of this – the savage beauty of it, of the thick messy spatters of come over the fragile lines of Credence’s face, and also the raw power. Credence is marked, now. There can never be any doubt that he belongs to Graves.
Graves hadn’t planned for the swell of power he feels looking down at Credence like this, but once he tastes it, he can’t help but savor it. He moves slowly, releasing the necklace and letting it slide down to rest against Credence’s chest, gently pushing Credence’s hair from his forehead. He doesn’t want to ruin the tableau before him, not yet.
Credence shivers at his touch but otherwise stays still, his eyes closed, his face tilted helplessly up towards Graves. His mouth moves a little as if to speak, but then he tastes the come on his lips and he hesitates, drawing in a ragged breath.
“Credence.” A low, private tone. “Credence, you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” says Credence, voice raw, and Graves feels his chest tighten with a fresh pulse of power.
He reaches out to curl his hands around Credence’s face. His thumbs drag across Credence’s cheekbones, catching the slickness that spilled there, spreading it across Credence’s smooth white skin. “You look beautiful like this, Credence,” he murmurs, and Credence whimpers, at the touch or the words or both. “I want to always do this to you, so the whole world knows you’re mine.”
Credence shudders at that, lips parting to let out a hungry little moan. Graves slides his thumb over Credence’s lips, gathering up the slick traces of his come, and then pushes it roughly into Credence’s mouth. Credence’s tongue curls up against Graves’ thumb, first tentatively, and then eagerly. Hungrily.
Something twists tightly in Graves’ stomach. He wants his come everywhere on Credence, wants to own him inside and out. With an irrepressible hunger he traces the sharp angles of Credence’s face, spreading the mess of come over his skin, catching up the slickness on his thumb and sliding it over Credence’s bottom lip and into his eager mouth. And Credence just whimpers, kneeling on the hard stone before him as if in prayer.
Graves hadn’t planned for this, no, but he’s already starting to plan when he can do it next.
Re: Fill: Possessive Graves/Credence, Come Marking 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 02:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Possessive Graves/Credence, Come Marking 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 03:45 am (UTC)(link)Seriously awesome stuff, so excited for the next part.
Re: Fill: Possessive Graves/Credence, Come Marking 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 09:57 am (UTC)(link)Looking forward to whatever you write next!
Re: Fill: Possessive Graves/Credence, Come Marking 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 08:01 am (UTC)(link)