[ credence isn't blind to the way graves seems to look at him when no one is around to see. he likes it, first off, and he likes graves too, and it presents itself as a challenge - to ensnare a man he'd thought he couldn't have, to see how far he could bring him in toward the taboo. the son of his boss, just a few months shy of his eighteenth birthday. he's wondered if he could manage it in that time but it's clear he'll be able to with enough effort put in.

he smiles, soft and coy, looking at him through his lashes. credence does lick his lips, pointedly, seeking the taste of him, not sated in the least. ] I wanted an answer. I have it, now.

Come here. [ he takes one last drag before stubbing out the cigarette on the bottom of his shoe and dropping the butt into a nearby ashtray that's ostensibly for the guard staff but is mostly used by credence himself.

more importantly in the next second he's pressed close against him, arms around his neck as he turns his head away to blow the smoke away - perhaps a disappointment after that last kiss, but all the same: ] What do you want it to be for, Percival? [ there's something promising but dangerous there as he kisses him again, lingering there against his mouth and still tasting of sweetness and sharp smoke. when he pulls back, he's the cat that caught the canary. ] For what reason would you like me to kiss you?