[ graves feels it in that moment, credence's cat-like, quiet movement, as if he's sorry for his own existence, trying hard to go as unnoticed as possible. he feels it in the way he knows he's looking at him -- and while another would be reasonably unsettled, graves knows this is a game they play, where he tempts credence and reels him in, unable to resist the challenge of seducing a beautiful young christian boy with a mouth like sin.
graves wonders if he masturbates, this boy. he wonders if he lies in bed at night and thinks of him, and his answer comes in the form of a soft kiss to his lips; surprising and pleasurable and he knows he cannot pretend anymore. he mustn't, not to credence, and he leans upward, eyes still closed as he kisses him back, ensnaring him as surely as credence does him -- only graves is more than half certain that credence has no idea the effect he has on him.
it's sweet, really -- but in this kiss there is a message: he knows, he knows credence's budding desires, simmering just underneath the surface and begging to be fulfilled. ]
Credence. [ he whispers in the dark, and right then as the rest of the house slumbers on, the world belongs to the both of them. ]
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graves wonders if he masturbates, this boy. he wonders if he lies in bed at night and thinks of him, and his answer comes in the form of a soft kiss to his lips; surprising and pleasurable and he knows he cannot pretend anymore. he mustn't, not to credence, and he leans upward, eyes still closed as he kisses him back, ensnaring him as surely as credence does him -- only graves is more than half certain that credence has no idea the effect he has on him.
it's sweet, really -- but in this kiss there is a message: he knows, he knows credence's budding desires, simmering just underneath the surface and begging to be fulfilled. ]
Credence. [ he whispers in the dark, and right then as the rest of the house slumbers on, the world belongs to the both of them. ]