[ graves finds that he can't get enough of this, the way credence is so flawlessly elegant, sweeping his clutch off the counter -- his boy has always had perfectly androgynous features, high cheekbones and a strong jaw, and look at him now, dark eyes smoky with eyeliner, lips full and lush with a lovely lipstick. ]

I almost regret letting you out of this house. [ he confesses, because there are so many things he knows they could do together in here, tangled in each other with heated passion, graves' arms around him, his mouth tracking burning kisses down the line of his throat, his chest, and every inch of him he can get his hands on. the kiss ends too quickly, as does credence's touch, but graves is nothing if not disciplined, enjoying the tease drawn out, playful and flirtatious.

his hand resting on credence's hip, he guides him out the door, every inch the attentive, intimate lover, his lips briefly brushing over his earlobe. ]

He's going to be jealous when he finds me with you.

[ the car comes up to them as if on cue, and he gently urges credence in before he follows after, shutting the door behind him. ]

Let's make it count, shall we? This will be a night you won't forget in a hurry.