[ credence is having his own series of thoughts: how he feels safe again for the first time in what feels like years but is only a span of days in reality, the heat of graves' body against him, his breath, his lips. he breathes out slow once that hand settles at his back and he smiles faintly unseen.

then he pulls back a little to look at him, stepping back toward the bed and drawing the older man with him. ] Yes. I want to be reminded of where I am, who I'm with, and why I feel safe. [ he's smiling still as he sits at the edge of the mattress, now properly looking at him. his hands splay at graves' hips and hold him where he is, expression thoughtful. ] I want you above me, inside me, making absolutely sure that I'm yours.

[ he uses his grip to yank graves a tiny bit closer so that he can nuzzle at the front of his pants, breathe out hot against the fabric--and then glance up at him with a coy little smile. ] If that's all right with you.