[ graves is silent for a long moment, surprised by that little speech and demonstration, the fact that credence is finally, finally ready. the noble part of him wants to push this back, wants to remind him that he's functioning on the dregs of adrenaline, most likely. but the more selfish part, the one who desires credence so fiercely that sometimes he surprises himself, the most selfish part just wants credence and all that he is.
he looks at him, eyes dark and unmistakably hungry when credence holds him where he is, when he's seated like that and he's so close to where graves wants him, where he's fantasized about it -- jerking off in the shower because that's where he can find reprieve. he doesn't fight credence's advances, his hands coming in to comb through his hair when he feels the thrilling heat fanning over the crotch of his pants, a flicker of warmth going right to his cock.
fuck, he's so gone for him that it's embarrassing, and he wants more than anything to kiss that coy little smile away, or perhaps to make it grow, to show credence that he has nothing to fear with him. the words bring with them an overwhelming temptation, and he shivers, shifts to bow over him, cradling the boy in his arms before pushing him back onto the bed, straddling him, knees over either side of his thighs. ]
What a mouth you have on you. [ graves muses, soft but impressed, lips coming to brush over his cheek. ] Let me take care of you tonight. [ his eyes hold a promise of all that is to come, intense and unrelenting. talking through credence's experience can wait -- there are times when you just need to process it differently, and graves is more than happy to oblige. ] Make you forget everything else but me.
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he looks at him, eyes dark and unmistakably hungry when credence holds him where he is, when he's seated like that and he's so close to where graves wants him, where he's fantasized about it -- jerking off in the shower because that's where he can find reprieve. he doesn't fight credence's advances, his hands coming in to comb through his hair when he feels the thrilling heat fanning over the crotch of his pants, a flicker of warmth going right to his cock.
fuck, he's so gone for him that it's embarrassing, and he wants more than anything to kiss that coy little smile away, or perhaps to make it grow, to show credence that he has nothing to fear with him. the words bring with them an overwhelming temptation, and he shivers, shifts to bow over him, cradling the boy in his arms before pushing him back onto the bed, straddling him, knees over either side of his thighs. ]
What a mouth you have on you. [ graves muses, soft but impressed, lips coming to brush over his cheek. ] Let me take care of you tonight. [ his eyes hold a promise of all that is to come, intense and unrelenting. talking through credence's experience can wait -- there are times when you just need to process it differently, and graves is more than happy to oblige. ] Make you forget everything else but me.