[ graves is watching him hoist himself up onto the counter, warmed by how easily they fall back together with each other again, each finding the other's rhythms, and graves is reluctant to release him from his hold. his hands come to slide up his thighs, resting on his hips, and he feels the warmth of his lips lingering on his mouth.
he loves how credence has never looked happier, the shadow in his eyes finally, finally dispelled. stepping between his thighs, leaning up to kiss his chin, his bottom lip, graves' words are a low purr. ]
I've been starved of you, Credence. Am I what you're hungry for?
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[ graves is watching him hoist himself up onto the counter, warmed by how easily they fall back together with each other again, each finding the other's rhythms, and graves is reluctant to release him from his hold. his hands come to slide up his thighs, resting on his hips, and he feels the warmth of his lips lingering on his mouth.
he loves how credence has never looked happier, the shadow in his eyes finally, finally dispelled. stepping between his thighs, leaning up to kiss his chin, his bottom lip, graves' words are a low purr. ]
I've been starved of you, Credence. Am I what you're hungry for?