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bakerstreet2017-01-26 08:23 pm
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Alternate Mid-Fuck
MIDFUCK MEME
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♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of it.
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1. Between These Sheets
It's traditional and cliche, but we all know that beds in these kind of situations can come in handy.~
2. Sex On the Beach
Hot sand, cool water, sunrise or sunset, all you know if you don't care where you might be getting dirty as long as it's fun.
3. On Wheels
Car in a parking lot, truck on the road, motorcycle on the side of the highway, maybe even in the back of a carriage on your way home from the ball. Have fun smutting it up when you should be on the road.
4. There's More Than Hot Water Here
You're pressed against the wall of the shower, clinging to the sides of that bathtub, or maybe even holding on the stairs of that indoor pool. Too bad you'll have to get clean all over again.
5. My Body Is Your Bread
Crucifixes, altars, and confessionals, but this isn't the kind of worship you had in mind. Or is it?
6. Getting Creative With Furniture
Who said beds are the only nice furniture in the house? Couches, walls, tables, desks, any space can fit your needs for the moment. And don't forget the office, too. Just make sure your coworkers don't hear you.
7. Try This On For Size
You're in the changing room, but you're not trying on those clothes when you have enough to take off. Maybe that outfit did really make you look good enough to eat.
8. Shhhhhh, this Is the Good Part
It's dark and the only light is from the silver screen. But you're not paying attention to it so much as the person your came with--or met when you got there.
9. A Quickie Behind the Tree
A private place? Who needs one when you have a forest, or a park, or even an alley right there beside that building. You're outside and you don't care who could walk by.
10. We Have Ways of Making You Scream.
Dark, damp, and maybe even a little musty, but this dungeon is full of surprises. Those chains and whips could come in handy
It's traditional and cliche, but we all know that beds in these kind of situations can come in handy.~
2. Sex On the Beach
Hot sand, cool water, sunrise or sunset, all you know if you don't care where you might be getting dirty as long as it's fun.
3. On Wheels
Car in a parking lot, truck on the road, motorcycle on the side of the highway, maybe even in the back of a carriage on your way home from the ball. Have fun smutting it up when you should be on the road.
4. There's More Than Hot Water Here
You're pressed against the wall of the shower, clinging to the sides of that bathtub, or maybe even holding on the stairs of that indoor pool. Too bad you'll have to get clean all over again.
5. My Body Is Your Bread
Crucifixes, altars, and confessionals, but this isn't the kind of worship you had in mind. Or is it?
6. Getting Creative With Furniture
Who said beds are the only nice furniture in the house? Couches, walls, tables, desks, any space can fit your needs for the moment. And don't forget the office, too. Just make sure your coworkers don't hear you.
7. Try This On For Size
You're in the changing room, but you're not trying on those clothes when you have enough to take off. Maybe that outfit did really make you look good enough to eat.
8. Shhhhhh, this Is the Good Part
It's dark and the only light is from the silver screen. But you're not paying attention to it so much as the person your came with--or met when you got there.
9. A Quickie Behind the Tree
A private place? Who needs one when you have a forest, or a park, or even an alley right there beside that building. You're outside and you don't care who could walk by.
10. We Have Ways of Making You Scream.
Dark, damp, and maybe even a little musty, but this dungeon is full of surprises. Those chains and whips could come in handy
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But what he truly didn't expect was to end up in this position with Mr. Graves, nails digging into the man's back as he thrust into him over and over again. Credence had his legs spread wantonly in such a fashion that he couldn't help but think that his mother would shame him for ever being like this. Hell, half of New York would shame him for being like this and he didn't give a damn. Right now was their time. Right now was magical in the very definition of the word. ]
Mr. Graves! Christ!
[ He shouted out the other's name in a way his voice wasn't used to. Before he was meek, shy, scared of all that was foreign to him. But here? When he was feeling this good? It was all Credence could do to not cry out more. Each time he felt the man go balls deep he couldn't help but let out a strangled moan. The sounds filled up the room they were in - mixing with the slapping of skin against skin and sounding like music to Credence's ears.
He'd often thought about what this could be like - losing his virginity. He never pictured it like this. Never this good and never with the real Mr. Graves, but here he was and it was happening and the boy could hardly hold his excitement and pleasure in. ]
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It's a ferocious sort of possessiveness and pride that he takes in the knowledge that he's taken that innocence, that he would be his first, the man who would define his sexual awakening and experience from this time forward. After all, you never forget your first time.
It's been a long road forward, from discovery and distrust to unlearning and relearning, to discovering more about the other and the inevitable attraction, the buildup of tension that's boiled over to this, where Credence is naked as the day he was born, pinned to Graves' luxurious bed and pounded mercilessly into it, heavy balls slapping up against his ass every time he bottoms out inside of him. Credence had taken awhile to get used to the size and shape of him inside, and Graves knows he's going to feel all of this in the morning, but here they are, fitting together like they were made for each other, bodies coming together again and again.
It's the culmination of months and months of longing, of suppressing forbidden desires for too damn long. Credence is long-limbed, so very young and nubile, eager to be loved and ravished, and Graves fulfills his every desire and then some, an older lover built to debauch, to unravel him and put him back together again. Credence is his secret, hidden and buried from the rest of the world, and this, their evolution to lovers, is just another to add to the list of their sins.
He grasps his chin firmly and leans down to kiss his mouth, swallowing his lovely cries with a low growl as he gives him a thorough fucking, the well-crafted springs of his bed holding up admirably under the fierce pounding. Graves has waited too long to have him, his fingers trailing from Credence's chin to briefly stroke over his cock, pinned between both their bodies. He's waited too long, and they're only just getting started together, swept up with each other in the incredible storm of pleasure. ]
Touch yourself, Credence.
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The very hand that he was being told to touch himself with right now. For a moment - just one, Credence thinks back to how he would find a quiet place or even his own shared bathroom at home to quickly relieve himself. Such a thing would never go unpunished, even by himself, but he couldn't help it. God, if only his mother could see him now. In a sick way, he does. He wishes that she knew just what he was getting into. How much better he was now that he was outside of her grasp. How this man was bringing him closer to God than Credence had ever felt.
Kissing Graves is something that Credence knew he'd never tire of. The feel of that slight shadow of a beard rubbing against his alabaster skin should've been torturous, but it wasn't. Credence liked the feel of a mild burn against his tender lips and clean cheeks. He loved how their tongues battled against one another for dominance, sort of in an all too pleasurable dance that he longed to be locked in forever. He also loved the way, he swore, Graves' voice got deeper and thicker with accent when they were like this.
Credence grasps himself willingly, knowing that no punishment will happen to him this time. He won't feel the need to dig his fingers into his palms or pinch at his thigh while he pleasured himself. No, the only discomfort he would feel was when Graves finished inside of him and pulled out. He knew that moment would be coming and he'd be left empty inside, but it was not yet. Right now he had just gotten used to the feeling of Graves' thickness and length and now was the time for pleasure. ]
Y-Yes, Mr. Graves...!
[ Touching himself feels better when he's like this - full of cock and with Graves pounding into him. It's a familiar feeling, but so much better as Graves slides against his prostate over and over again. The moans and mewls of pleasure don't stop and Credence brings his free hand to the back of Graves' neck, looking up and locking eyes with him as he strokes himself with fervor. ]
Don't. Stop. Please, don't stop.
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Credence has always been reserved, his usual body language very avidly suggesting that he would much rather shrink into himself than take up more space than he ought. But in this, Graves wants so fiercely to believe that he sees him, not the imposter that wore his face and seduced him -- the two of them cannot be any more different from each other. Graves is still dealing with his own issues, put neatly away in the face of Credence's need for guidance, to actually be taught, and it's the last thing on his mind when he meets Credence's gaze, his eyes dark and his touch openly possessive. ]
Good boy. [ He breathes, words thick and rough but full of praise as he renews the way he practically pounds into him, the sounds their bodies make absolutely pornographic, a mixture of moans and mewls and skin on skin. His gaze trails down to watch him get himself off, watching him grasp his own cock to rub one out while Graves is fucking him is an incredible, erotic experience. He can see how Credence's cock is achingly hard and dripping, flush dark with arousal -- and oh, how easy it would be to suck him off, to render him powerless underneath him, a lovely, beautiful mess under his attentions.
The boy never looked more stunning than now, and Graves runs his fingers through Credence's hair, the gesture a tender one in spite of the near-punishing pace he sets. He won't stop, of course not, but he's close, so close, and he means to fill him up, over and over, to mark him as unmistakably his, that Credence will remember this moment for years. Graves rolls his hips, changes the angle just a touch to press up against that sensitive ball of nerves right inside of his young lover, and he doesn't stop kissing him, swallowing the sounds that he makes however he can. ]
Come for me. [ He breathes between kisses, his words solidly commanding. His hand closes around Credence's, stroking with him, too, as he presses his forehead to his. ] Come for me, Credence. Close up tight around me.
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Credence couldn't find it in him to care much about that fact, especially in this moment. His and Graves' relationship was always one that had been blurred. From him believing Grindelwald to be Graves to when he finally did meet the real Graves and found the man to be so much better than his imposter. He was someone who had not only taken Credence in from being lost not only in New York, but completely at war with who he was inside - both sexually and with his status as someone with magic flowing through his veins. Graves had taken care of the magic part and now here he was helping Credence come to terms with his other inner desires. As far as Credence was concerned, he owed Graves everything - including his virginity, which he gladly gave up. Hell, it's what he wanted more than anything.
The soft touch of Graves running his hand through Credence's hair only makes the boy crave him more. It was a touch that had been missing from his life and now was offered to him without stipulation. Credence didn't have to give up anything he didn't want to and yet here Graves was showering him with pleasure and tender, encouraging gestures. The dark part of Credence wondered if he deserved such things, but the thought was quickly pushed away when Graves switched up the angle he was fucking Credence in and the boy was thrust into an entirely new realm of pleasure. ]
Ah! [ And then he and Graves were kissing again. Another thrust, another opening of air between their lips. ] Gra-! [ Then they were kissing again, his sounds of pleasure swallowed whole. ]
Y-Yes, sir. Yes!
[ It was so hard to keep his eyes open as overstimulated as he was, but Credence tried. Even as he felt that rush of pleasure building slowly, slowly, slowly. His hand didn't leave the back of Graves' neck, his fingers only digging in further as his muscles tightened and tensed as his orgasm built until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and then shut tight. Credence stopped everything he was doing - he couldn't even drag in a breath so he was thankful that Graves was stroking him as well. His balls tightened - as did everything else in his body as spurt after spurt erupted from his swollen cock, making an artful mess all over his chest and abs, some hitting as far as his neck and chin.
Just like Graves had requested, he closed up tight around the man's cock, hugging in so close that Credence was sure that it was just like the first time the older man had thrust inside of him. Every muscle inside him contracted tight around Graves, even as Credence opened his eyes again, eyes swimming in pleasure still as Credence's legs wrapped around Graves' waist and encouraged him in even further. ]
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He comes inside him with a soft groan, his face buried in Credence's shoulder as he stills and stiffens, filling his boy up inside with warm spurts of ejaculate, the pulsing of the other's body milking him dry with every moment that passes. He's emptying his balls inside of him, coating that tight, sinfully slick passage with come, and he knows he would never have it this good with another again. No, not like this, when Credence is fully given to him and marked as his own.
Graves swallows hard, his ears ringing with the sound of Credence's sweet cries -- a part of him is grateful that he had the foresight to place a silencing charm around his home, just in case. He's hooked onto Credence's every reaction, intoxicated by just how eager he is for him, that incredible body flushed pink with exertion and arousal, unraveled by Graves' attentions. He would be lying if he said that this doesn't inspire a swell of entirely primal, entirely masculine pride. For once, the rest of the world is shut out, and nothing else matters save for the both of them, and what they'd managed to do together.
His fingers release Credence's cock, messy with his boy's come, and without a word he presses two come-slick fingers between Credence's lips, easing into his mouth to bid him to suck, to clean it off him. He wants to watch him taste himself, and he meets his eyes squarely, still dark with desire. They're not done for the night, not by a long shot. ]
You have such a lovely mouth.
[ Quiet observation, admiration -- he does love the shape of Credence's mouth, a beautiful cupid's bow that begs to be kissed, to be wrapped tight around his cock. Perhaps he will teach him to do that next, watch him take in his cock, that adams apple bobbing as he swallows his seed. He silently revels in the sight that Credence presents, so completely debauched and pleased, relaxed in a way he never was prior to this. Credence, after all, has always had a habit of shrinking into himself, as if resenting his own body for taking up so much space. Graves is a patient teacher, of course, painstakingly cultivating him, undoing the years and years of abuse however he can. It's difficult; but nothing worth having comes easy, and Graves doesn't mind the journey.
He can feel himself softening a little inside of his lover's body, but he makes no move to pull out. No, he wants to be in him awhile longer, and he murmurs. ]
Would you like to do this again?
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Already Credence can begin to feel what Graves had shot inside of him begin to leak out and that feels just as erotic as what had transpired just moments before. The feeling makes Credence's cheeks hotter than they were before and he wonders if he should feel shamed for his thoughts because he doesn't, not in the slightest. Before these thoughts, these desires were wrong. So, so terribly wrong. Now all he could think of were filthy things involving him and Graves and how soon they would get to act them out and th-
Graves fingers are in his mouth.
Credence actually smirks around Graves digits when the man compliments his mouth. Was this what he wanted? For Credence to taste himself? The boy's tongue circles and bathes the man's fingers, tasting the salty-sweet cum and not finding it to be terrible. They were never allowed to purchase seasonings at the market so whenever they tasted salt it was a treat. This was definitely a different taste and feel, but the connotation behind - that he was cleaning Graves off right after they'd fucked, made this Credence's favorite treat immediately. ]
Again?
[ He speaks the word after pulling his head away from Grave's hand, the digits exiting Credence's mouth with ease. Graves is still inside of him, a fact that Credence was near ecstatic over. They were still in the same position. Could they go again. ]
Now? Can we, Mr. Graves?
[ Credence posed the question with the same enthusiasm a child might when asking for a new puppy. The man's cum was leaking out of him, but he was ready for more. His own cock, sandwiched between them and still leaking his seed, stood at attention. ]
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Drawing out his fingers, his cock already twitching at how good and talented that mouth is, he can't help but smile at that question, how Credence seems so eager. He tracks slick fingers down that lean chest, smearing through spatters of come and down, down to grasp his cock and gently stroke it again. ]
Of course we can. Look at you, you're filthy. [ He means it with all kindness, and he feels himself ache for more. He's pulling out of him, however, half-hard, and the action causes even more to trickle out of his hole and onto the sheets, milk-white and sticky. It inspires even more lurid thoughts, brings to life the fantasies Graves had put away for so long, and with Credence here, like this, the sky's the limit for what they can do together, for all the things Graves can show him. ]
On your hands and knees. Let me see you.
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The boy's dark eyes trail after Graves' fingers, smiling slightly when they go through the mess that they'd both made all over Credence's body - their handiwork. Then his cock is being stroked and Credence's back arches, a breathy moan following the motion. He's sensitive. Way sensitive after cumming already once and it brought back memories to when he'd hastily try to shove himself back into his underwear. This was a much more pleasant feeling in the aftermath of his first orgasm than that was. ]
Filthy cause of you, Mr. Graves.
[ Now Graves is pulling out of him and Credence doesn't like that. He doesn't like feeling empty again. What he does like is that he can feel whatever's been left inside of him spilling out as well and leaving the beginnings of a mess on the sheets beneath him. There's more where that came from though and it only takes a moment for Credence to flip over. Already his hips and thighs ache, but it's worth it. Feeling that pleasure and this close to Mr. Graves is worth everything he has. ]
Like this?
[ And there the boy is in his glory. He's on hands and knees, back arched and ass high. There's still traces of Mr. Graves inside of him, though he's not as stretched as before already. His cock and balls are sticky with the mixture of both of their fluids and his cock juts out, still hard as ever as he looks back to the older male. ]
Do I look filthy now?
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It draws him in, especially when he's braced that way and Graves, who's gotten off the mattress to move behind him, admiring the masterpiece, that firm, lovely ass, how his come trickles down milk-white, lean thighs to the expensive bedspread. He's the very image of thoroughly-fucked, and his hands come to spread his cheeks further as he presses a soft kiss to Credence's lightly swollen hole, tongue lapping against his balls to swipe up his come and to taste him for himself.
He's delectable this way, his cock hanging between his legs and dripping, and oh, what he wouldn't do to be inside him again. ] So very filthy. [ He assures him, smiling as he thumbs over the sensitive patch of skin behind his balls. ] You make me want to keep you here just like this. [ His words are becoming a low, rough purr. ] Spread wide open for me to fuck whenever I want. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
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I'd love that, Mr. Graves.
[ And it's absolutely true - Credence would. Ever since he'd let out the beast inside of him and then begun to have it tamed into something more manageable, the boy could feel all those desires and dreams he'd squandered for years flourish back to the surface. While that included dreams of being a wizard, his sexual desires came flowing back as well. Things that he'd missed out on for years were at the forefront of his mind once more and here was Mr. Graves ready and willing to meet Credence's every whim.
The boy pulls his hips back and then forward again when Graves plays with his sensitive flesh, moving his hips to fuck into the mattress below him. He's hard, painfully so, and he wants release again. His cock hadn't even begun to soften in the slightest and, how could it? What with Graves being so appealing and the situation they were in. Credence belonged to Graves now, not that he hadn't before, but especially now. He was filled with the man's seed and completely under his care and Credence wouldn't have it any other way.
Well, except for Graves to be a hell of a lot closer to him. ]
Fill me up again. I want more of that warmth...
[ And then Credence bucked his hips again, cheeks squeezing together and pulling apart, leaving him a sticky, slick mess even more so down there. ]
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[ Not that Graves doesn't enjoy the obscenely lurid view of his boy's legs spread just so, come dripping out of him and onto the bedspread, his lust glazed eyes and his cock, still so thick and heavy -- there is everything delightful about young lovers who can go again, again and again, and his hand lands on one of his pert buttocks, issuing a slap right there, the sound of hand on flesh resounding in the room.
Graves has tamed him, made him his own, and now is the time to prove it, over and over again to him because he can, because this is what they do together, in their sanctum away from the rest of the world. He shifts up behind him, his cock resting between his cheeks just then, a promise of the thorough fucking that is to come once again. He is aching for it, to be buried inside of him again, to feel that tight, lovely body close around his, milking every drop out of him, but patience is its own virtue, and the payoff for it even sweeter still. ]
Say it.