[ graves is surprised, forgetting to answer to what credence wants, what he wants the young man to kiss him for. he doesn't move away from him, his gaze tracking over where his hands trail down is lapels, drawn to every small movement, every touch.
he's vulnerable, needy and soft, and graves cups his face to kiss him again, harder this time. he's addicted to the taste of him, he finds -- the kisses expose him for what he wants, and it's credence. young, pliable, passionate; he feels like a filthy old man, but he doesn't give a shit. ]
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[ graves is surprised, forgetting to answer to what credence wants, what he wants the young man to kiss him for. he doesn't move away from him, his gaze tracking over where his hands trail down is lapels, drawn to every small movement, every touch.
he's vulnerable, needy and soft, and graves cups his face to kiss him again, harder this time. he's addicted to the taste of him, he finds -- the kisses expose him for what he wants, and it's credence. young, pliable, passionate; he feels like a filthy old man, but he doesn't give a shit. ]
Tell me when you wanted me.