[ one day, graves thinks, credence will find someone his age -- he'll find someone new and maybe this won't last. graves is not naive; he's left a string of failed relationships in his wake, and perhaps this would be the same, or this would surprise him, but he's leaning into credence's touch nonetheless, softly seeking him out, lips brushing over the pads of his fingertips.
he's smitten with him, drawn to credence in ways he knows is wrong -- he's twice his age, for one, but the infatuation has barely faded, deepened into something else he's constantly aware of. ]
You're welcome to stay as long as you like. [ he says in turn, eyes lidding as he wraps his arms around his waist. ] How do I make you feel better?
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he's smitten with him, drawn to credence in ways he knows is wrong -- he's twice his age, for one, but the infatuation has barely faded, deepened into something else he's constantly aware of. ]
You're welcome to stay as long as you like. [ he says in turn, eyes lidding as he wraps his arms around his waist. ] How do I make you feel better?