[ credence does find what he's looking for in graves' face, at least for now. he still has more questions but he's satisfied for the moment. and of course: there's no way he doesn't feel the way the way the older man has started to harden beneath him but the fact that he's not pushing him, not trying to get him to "take care of it for me, just this once" like so many other men might.
he knows that graves wants him. it's obvious now, the way he looks at him, the way he holds him. credence shifts where he sits, not trying to make things worse but just getting a little more comfortable for the moment. ] Thank you.
[ after a series of long moments he moves to slide off of graves' lap, standing before him thoughtful and quiet. then he leans forward, one hand resting on the arm of the chair. he presses a slow and lingering kiss to the older man's mouth, his other hand moving up to run his fingers through his dark hair, nails scraping once over the silvered bits at the sides. is it a test? he's not saying.
he pulls back afterward, smiling faintly. it's genuine this time, even. ] I'm happy here.
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he knows that graves wants him. it's obvious now, the way he looks at him, the way he holds him. credence shifts where he sits, not trying to make things worse but just getting a little more comfortable for the moment. ] Thank you.
[ after a series of long moments he moves to slide off of graves' lap, standing before him thoughtful and quiet. then he leans forward, one hand resting on the arm of the chair. he presses a slow and lingering kiss to the older man's mouth, his other hand moving up to run his fingers through his dark hair, nails scraping once over the silvered bits at the sides. is it a test? he's not saying.
he pulls back afterward, smiling faintly. it's genuine this time, even. ] I'm happy here.