[ he says it again. god, credence feels like he could die happy. maybe he will. but instead he smiles into the kiss, returning the affection just as fervently as he kisses him. it's so much all at once but it's all he wants. his hands lift to cup graves' face and he looks at him for a long moment before he just smiles. ] Just the bed?

[ ... well. after a moment credence shifts, moving away so that he can hop onto a clean spot on the counter. ] You know, I appreciate your cooking for me, but I'm a little hungry for something else.

[ as ridiculous as it sounds, he's canting his head aside and crooking a finger toward graves to lure him closer. ] What do you think?