[ credence is spoiled and needy but graves knows he's so much more than that. he's smart, kind, and has a quick wit and a charm that calls to him, a nature that draws graves in like a bee to honey. but he denies him because he must, because credence is a drug that courses through graves' veins, so very young and unspoiled and everything that he wants.
it's wrong, it's fucked up and graves has no business sniffing around credence like an alpha male ready to rut, and even that briefest touch against credence's cock sets every sense alight. it would be so easy to finish the job, to give him a handjob, to touch him and kiss him and make him come.
he whines, soft and tiny and he knows where that came from -- and it sends a jolt right down to his cock. but he stills, watching him and softening when credence asks the million dollar question, a soft sadness tinged in it. ]
I don't know. [ he says honestly. they can't, because credence will have to marry, to produce an heir -- they can't because he's his bodyguard, and no matter how exceptional he is at his job that's all he can be to him. he cups his face now, pressing his forehead to his before he meets his eyes. it hurts credence, and that's the last thing he wants to do. ] You know this can never happen between us in public. This is all we have.
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it's wrong, it's fucked up and graves has no business sniffing around credence like an alpha male ready to rut, and even that briefest touch against credence's cock sets every sense alight. it would be so easy to finish the job, to give him a handjob, to touch him and kiss him and make him come.
he whines, soft and tiny and he knows where that came from -- and it sends a jolt right down to his cock. but he stills, watching him and softening when credence asks the million dollar question, a soft sadness tinged in it. ]
I don't know. [ he says honestly. they can't, because credence will have to marry, to produce an heir -- they can't because he's his bodyguard, and no matter how exceptional he is at his job that's all he can be to him. he cups his face now, pressing his forehead to his before he meets his eyes. it hurts credence, and that's the last thing he wants to do. ] You know this can never happen between us in public. This is all we have.