graves is too distracted by that wicked little grin to catch most of what he's saying -- he hasn't seen it in a long time, hasn't felt like every word isn't loaded for so many, many months, when he'd deliberately ignored the weight of credence's most intimate desires.
those three little words have unlocked something in the both of them, lifted a weight that had pressed between the both of them almost to breaking point. he's leaning into his touch, accepting the way credence seems to love his hair, and he shakes his head as a hand comes to rest on his thigh, nuzzling against it. ]
Almost like starving. [ graves still has a long way to go where expressing himself in ways that don't involve anger / disappointment is concerned. he leans down to nose against his crotch, pushing credence's shirt up as he looks into smoky dark eyes. ] You belong with me, Credence. You've always known that. Your place is by my side.
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graves is too distracted by that wicked little grin to catch most of what he's saying -- he hasn't seen it in a long time, hasn't felt like every word isn't loaded for so many, many months, when he'd deliberately ignored the weight of credence's most intimate desires.
those three little words have unlocked something in the both of them, lifted a weight that had pressed between the both of them almost to breaking point. he's leaning into his touch, accepting the way credence seems to love his hair, and he shakes his head as a hand comes to rest on his thigh, nuzzling against it. ]
Almost like starving. [ graves still has a long way to go where expressing himself in ways that don't involve anger / disappointment is concerned. he leans down to nose against his crotch, pushing credence's shirt up as he looks into smoky dark eyes. ] You belong with me, Credence. You've always known that. Your place is by my side.