[ credence doesn't think about that: why would he, when the man before him has all of his attention, all of his affection? the idle kisses to his fingers send a tingling feeling through him, a pleasant thing that credence doesn't have much context for.
he shakes his head, leaning into graves' chest, enjoying the way he's holding on to him. ] You already do. All the time. [ he tips his head aside, this time trailing his lips across the path his fingers took last. then he settles at the pulse point below the older man's ear, lips and then teeth barely grazing it. ] You make me feel safe, and real, and wanted.
[ his attentions change then, just a little. he presses a heated kiss to where he'd just been barely touching, teeth scraping a little harder before he sucks lightly at the spot with a hum.
he wants to taste his skin, assure himself graves is really here, even if he has to pull away later. ]
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he shakes his head, leaning into graves' chest, enjoying the way he's holding on to him. ] You already do. All the time. [ he tips his head aside, this time trailing his lips across the path his fingers took last. then he settles at the pulse point below the older man's ear, lips and then teeth barely grazing it. ] You make me feel safe, and real, and wanted.
[ his attentions change then, just a little. he presses a heated kiss to where he'd just been barely touching, teeth scraping a little harder before he sucks lightly at the spot with a hum.
he wants to taste his skin, assure himself graves is really here, even if he has to pull away later. ]