[ he's not even eighteen, graves thinks to himself when he watches credence slink over to him, lovely and sensuous and completely aware of what he's doing. the young man is stunning when he's on a mission, and graves can't help but be fixated on him -- no matter how wrong it is.
he's good at this, and graves wonders just how many people he's kissed to be this gifted, tasting of smoke and impossible sweetness, a potent, intoxicating mix as he breathes him in and exhales smoke, stinging and all-encapsulating at the same time. graves is seduced, just so, and he finds himself aching when credence steps back out of his reach, with only the lingering warmth of the kiss on his lips and the pleasant burn in his mouth.
he wants more. credence tastes better than he'd imagined him to in his most secret fantasies, and it seems like the young man can see right through him, down to every single filthy, unspeakable thing graves has once thought of doing to the teenager.
he resists the urge to lick his lips. ] What was that for?
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he's good at this, and graves wonders just how many people he's kissed to be this gifted, tasting of smoke and impossible sweetness, a potent, intoxicating mix as he breathes him in and exhales smoke, stinging and all-encapsulating at the same time. graves is seduced, just so, and he finds himself aching when credence steps back out of his reach, with only the lingering warmth of the kiss on his lips and the pleasant burn in his mouth.
he wants more. credence tastes better than he'd imagined him to in his most secret fantasies, and it seems like the young man can see right through him, down to every single filthy, unspeakable thing graves has once thought of doing to the teenager.
he resists the urge to lick his lips. ] What was that for?