[ in the interest of full disclosure, and all that. graves runs his fingers through credence's hair, kissing him back again, again, and again, chaste and soft as he realizes what the boy's saying. he's flustered, worried and aching, and graves wants to do all he can to put him at ease.
his kisses trail down his throat, lingering over his pulse before he lays another kiss to it, slow and deliberate. ] But you're to finish what you started, Mr. Barebone. You're no quitter.
[ and neither is graves. he wants to love him, so badly -- hell, he already does; he can't imagine pretending not to. ] I won't lose you again.
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[ in the interest of full disclosure, and all that. graves runs his fingers through credence's hair, kissing him back again, again, and again, chaste and soft as he realizes what the boy's saying. he's flustered, worried and aching, and graves wants to do all he can to put him at ease.
his kisses trail down his throat, lingering over his pulse before he lays another kiss to it, slow and deliberate. ] But you're to finish what you started, Mr. Barebone. You're no quitter.
[ and neither is graves. he wants to love him, so badly -- hell, he already does; he can't imagine pretending not to. ] I won't lose you again.