sub graves .
the loud squelches echoing in his ears did very little to help him from blowing his load for the second time in five minutes. the cum and lube were all mixed together on his cock and your hands, which were furiously stroking his cock.
both your hands were wrapped around his thick length while you jerked him off using a screwing, twisting motion that made his legs twitch and jerk. each time your hand rubbed over his tip, fingers rubbing along his frenulum on the downstroke, his head jolted, his abdomen visibly tensed up.
“it’s so wet, oh my god…i'm so fuckin'-." graves whimpered helplessly, you could swear you saw his eyes getting teary. he was unable to process what to do with his hands as he went from gripping his hair, to the sheets, to your wrists, his unusually weak grip doing little to cease your strokes. his hands that had taken down soldiers loosely clung onto your wrists, "mmmn- stop." his body betrayed his words.
“it feels good, huh?" you teasingly ask. you want it tighter?” you ask, your voice so sarcastic and sultry, only adding to the intense ache graves felt in his cock, strained. he shook his head furiously, biting on his bottom lip to fight back a moan. his hips unintentionally bucked up into your grip “no, god- no i- i’m gonna fuckin' cum if you do that.” graves whined, his voice so breathy and broken, poor baby.
his moans filled up the room, grunts and whines he was previously trying to hold back now spilling shamelessly into the open air against his will. ignoring his words, you squeezed your hands harder around his cock and put extra pressure on the downstroke when you rubbed your thumb
over his pink, angry tip, twitching under your soft hands.
he was leaking so much precum it was hard to tell whether or not he was cumming. his body was jolting and jerking around, his face permanently screwed in pleasure, the deep dusting over his cheeks that matched his flushed tip, it was so beautiful.
“baby, baby- i said no, d-don’t do it tighter i’m gonna- fuck! i’m gonna cum-" graves cried, his voice breathy and high pitched, cracking slightly as he did his best to try and warn you that he was dangerously close, closer than you thought he was. you were only able to moan softly in response when graves released a long, loud whine of pleasure as his warm seed shot out of his cock.
the pearly white cum coated your hands and his cock, the mess had started to drip down graves' balls and between his thighs, making a mess on the bedsheets. his mouth fell ajar as his body was wrecked with twitches, his eyes fluttered back in his head each time a streak of cum was released from his sensitive tip. his head pushed against the wall.
when graves' spurts got weaker, you brought your thumb up to his tip and started rubbing against his frenulum, trying to coax more cum out of him. he released a yelp in response, "oh fuck baby."
i haven't written in months btw go easy on me :( also pls leave suggestions!
