[ the deepening of the kiss almost surprises him and credence's lips part with a soft gasp, allowing graves the entrance he seeks. the invitation though is enough that he flushes even further, looking at the older man wide-eyed in the dark. but he doesn't want to say no. he nods silently, carefully climbing into the bed with him and placing a hand on his arm. there's a sense of trust there but also want.

he bites his lip slightly and looks away before shaking his head, suddenly even more shy than before. it feels to him like such inexperience will be a problem, that maybe he's not good enough because he won't know what he's doing. still, he finds it in him to whisper. ] No... My ma would have killed me. [ literally or figuratively? he doesn't say. ] I've only thought about it sometimes. I--

[ now he frowns, tucking his head in against graves' shoulder. ] I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing.