[ rather than think graves needs to apologize, the knowledge feeling warm in his chest. he knows it was just want and not an emotion but it's still nice to know, something that makes him smile as he curls and uncurls his toes in his shoes, letting out a little hum.
all shyness gone, credence kisses graves back hungrily, one hand coming to rest at his nape and dragging nails gently across, aiming to make him react in some way.
but then graves pulls back and speaks and something tightens in him, hot and cold at once as it grips his heart. he wants that, wants graves to crave him always, and he leans up to press their foreheads together, almost sly but not quite. ] Do you like it? Thinking of me always? [ he licks his lips - this is a dangerous game they're playing. ] How do I haunt you?
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[ rather than think graves needs to apologize, the knowledge feeling warm in his chest. he knows it was just want and not an emotion but it's still nice to know, something that makes him smile as he curls and uncurls his toes in his shoes, letting out a little hum.
all shyness gone, credence kisses graves back hungrily, one hand coming to rest at his nape and dragging nails gently across, aiming to make him react in some way.
but then graves pulls back and speaks and something tightens in him, hot and cold at once as it grips his heart. he wants that, wants graves to crave him always, and he leans up to press their foreheads together, almost sly but not quite. ] Do you like it? Thinking of me always? [ he licks his lips - this is a dangerous game they're playing. ] How do I haunt you?