[ the prospect of stealing his innocence is intoxicating, heady, and his arm moves to wrap around his waist. credence's shyness is appealing, but he knows there's more underneath, and he's intent to coax the devil out of him. graves doesn't believe in his god, doesn't believe in the prayers that the family sends up (to where?) every day.
this is what's real, this is what matters, when credence presses against him and his fingers lift credence's shirt to trace lightly over his stomach. ] Let me make you feel good. Do you trust me?
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[ the prospect of stealing his innocence is intoxicating, heady, and his arm moves to wrap around his waist. credence's shyness is appealing, but he knows there's more underneath, and he's intent to coax the devil out of him. graves doesn't believe in his god, doesn't believe in the prayers that the family sends up (to where?) every day.
this is what's real, this is what matters, when credence presses against him and his fingers lift credence's shirt to trace lightly over his stomach. ] Let me make you feel good. Do you trust me?