[ graves gives him some time to himself, securing the apartment before he winds back around to his lover, finding him in front of the mirror in their bedroom, undressed and entirely naked, the bruises and lovebites inciting another swell of silent rage.
credence has been violated, used, his body marred by unwelcome hands, and suddenly the beating doesn't seem enough. he comes in behind him, making sure that credence sees him approach -- he's not entirely clear of credence's state of mind at this point, and would rather not do anything to startle him.
an arm wrapping around his waist, quietly possessive, he presses a soft kiss to his ear, meeting his eyes steadily in the mirror. he's here, he's here to keep him safe, to protect him, and credence belongs only to him. fingers tracking over the burise at his hip, his lips moving down to press lightly against a particularly vivid one on the side of his neck, he presses up against him. ]
You're mine, Credence. Let me take care of you tonight.
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credence has been violated, used, his body marred by unwelcome hands, and suddenly the beating doesn't seem enough. he comes in behind him, making sure that credence sees him approach -- he's not entirely clear of credence's state of mind at this point, and would rather not do anything to startle him.
an arm wrapping around his waist, quietly possessive, he presses a soft kiss to his ear, meeting his eyes steadily in the mirror. he's here, he's here to keep him safe, to protect him, and credence belongs only to him. fingers tracking over the burise at his hip, his lips moving down to press lightly against a particularly vivid one on the side of his neck, he presses up against him. ]
You're mine, Credence. Let me take care of you tonight.