[ credence sucks in a breath and then lets it out slowly - it's a lot, to feel him so close after so long. this time when his fingers trail through graves' hair they grip slightly, tug, instead of fixing it again afterward. he licks his lips and smiles, dark eyes raking down his body appreciatively. he doesn't say anything for a few moments, just watching him. when he speaks his voice is low and a little rough. ] It's been too long since I've felt your mouth on me.

[ he cants his head and smiles, bright-- ] But I don't want to come until you're fucking me and we get a noise complaint from the neighbors.

[ how... oddly specific. still: a young man wants what he wants. he looks coy and sly all at once, lids low over his eyes. ] Up to the challenge of making me scream?