[ it's at one of the parties. management has invited other models of course, but also had a strange sort of contest to allow small groups of fans to join the crowd. there's one man in particular that seems to be hyper-focused on credence: he's tall and broad, similar in stature to graves but taller and blond. he's staring at credence from across the room, even though the young man only gives him a glance and a tight smile other than the initial greetings.
(at that point the man had taken his hand and kissed it while credence had lofted his eyebrows so high that they'd almost disappeared into his hair despite not even having any bangs.)
now he's waiting for graves to arrive from a late work day, scanning the room for the older man periodically as though he can will him to appear. he's tired and frustrated when that same man corners him, chatting about his work insistently so much that credence doesn't even realize he's being led back toward a more secluded area practically hidden around a corner. i saw how you looked at me, he says suddenly and credence's polite smile drops, startled, as he's pressed back against the wall.
waif-like as he is, there's no way for credence to really get away so he just stares upward at him like a confused owl until he kisses him. credence bites down on the other man's lip instinctively as a defense mechanism so it just makes the stronger man hold him up against the wall, shoving a knee between his legs and nuzzling into his neck to trail his lips over the skin, biting and nipping below his ear.
credence is breathing hard but not from pleasure, hand losing fingers in blond hair so he can try and pull him off while his legs shift uselessly. help he thinks, but the word dies in a croak on his lips. ]
→ just me and you
(at that point the man had taken his hand and kissed it while credence had lofted his eyebrows so high that they'd almost disappeared into his hair despite not even having any bangs.)
now he's waiting for graves to arrive from a late work day, scanning the room for the older man periodically as though he can will him to appear. he's tired and frustrated when that same man corners him, chatting about his work insistently so much that credence doesn't even realize he's being led back toward a more secluded area practically hidden around a corner. i saw how you looked at me, he says suddenly and credence's polite smile drops, startled, as he's pressed back against the wall.
waif-like as he is, there's no way for credence to really get away so he just stares upward at him like a confused owl until he kisses him. credence bites down on the other man's lip instinctively as a defense mechanism so it just makes the stronger man hold him up against the wall, shoving a knee between his legs and nuzzling into his neck to trail his lips over the skin, biting and nipping below his ear.
credence is breathing hard but not from pleasure, hand losing fingers in blond hair so he can try and pull him off while his legs shift uselessly. help he thinks, but the word dies in a croak on his lips. ]