And I've missed you like ripping out my own heart and leaving it behind.
[ it's true - he's felt so hollow these weeks past like he's an empty shell and nothing more. perhaps he was, but now he needn't worry about that. he's as receptive and reactive as ever, an appreciative little rumble dying in his throat in response to the hands at his thighs, his hips.
credence tips down into those little kisses, kissing him softly and almost teasingly. he runs his fingers through graves' hair before tucking it back into place.
then he nods. ] You, always. Like a man starving, it's true.
[ then he grins, something that almost never, ever happen, and hooks a leg over one of graves' shoulders. ] Is that how much you've missed me? As though starving? Tell me about it.
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[ it's true - he's felt so hollow these weeks past like he's an empty shell and nothing more. perhaps he was, but now he needn't worry about that. he's as receptive and reactive as ever, an appreciative little rumble dying in his throat in response to the hands at his thighs, his hips.
credence tips down into those little kisses, kissing him softly and almost teasingly. he runs his fingers through graves' hair before tucking it back into place.
then he nods. ] You, always. Like a man starving, it's true.
[ then he grins, something that almost never, ever happen, and hooks a leg over one of graves' shoulders. ] Is that how much you've missed me? As though starving? Tell me about it.