[ and kiss him he does, without hesitation. he's waited long enough for credence to be ready, and in the wake of his kidnapping graves had been forced to confront the very real fear that he could end up dead despite best efforts. that credence would slip him his fingers like so much smoke in the wake of everything they never said to each other, or did with each other -- graves knows he has to make up for all of it.
credence is pliant and willing, and he knows this isn't because he owes him, or that he has to do it because this is payment for his kindness. graves had made that clear, hasn't he? his fingers trace over his cheek, drinking in that lovely look on his face, that trust, that adoration, that something else he can't put his finger on. his gaze is dark, just as ardent, passionate for a man who has spent his life pretending to be otherwise.
this is where he comes out, when the director is set aside and the man takes his place; graves who desires only credence, who has fallen in love with him throughout the course of the months that he had taken him in. it's complicated, but he deepens the kiss and sinks into it, a hand coming to tug credence's shirt up to expose him to the cool air of the bedroom, fingers tracking to see if he's wearing underwear beneath.
his hand slips between credence's legs all the same, curving to palm his balls, a thrill curling in the pit of his stomach. he's finally getting to sample him, to take him for himself, and he smiles against his lips, warm and filled with potent anticipation. ] Tell me what you like.
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credence is pliant and willing, and he knows this isn't because he owes him, or that he has to do it because this is payment for his kindness. graves had made that clear, hasn't he? his fingers trace over his cheek, drinking in that lovely look on his face, that trust, that adoration, that something else he can't put his finger on. his gaze is dark, just as ardent, passionate for a man who has spent his life pretending to be otherwise.
this is where he comes out, when the director is set aside and the man takes his place; graves who desires only credence, who has fallen in love with him throughout the course of the months that he had taken him in. it's complicated, but he deepens the kiss and sinks into it, a hand coming to tug credence's shirt up to expose him to the cool air of the bedroom, fingers tracking to see if he's wearing underwear beneath.
his hand slips between credence's legs all the same, curving to palm his balls, a thrill curling in the pit of his stomach. he's finally getting to sample him, to take him for himself, and he smiles against his lips, warm and filled with potent anticipation. ] Tell me what you like.