[ gently, he says, and graves understands. he knows what credence is doing, how he's asserting himself, and tonight he will be gentle. he hums in agreement when he says that he lets him have him -- because it's true, because graves respects him, refusing to so much as touch him until he explicitly wants it.

the kiss lingers, and his hands move over his body, smoothing over his hips, his stomach, his chest, mapping out every inch of him under his hands. ] Because you let me have you. [ he reiterates. ] A fact I'm grateful for every day. I would kiss every inch of you if I could, worship at your altar. You made the choice to give yourself to me, didn't you? That was all you.

[ his free hand comes to grasp his cock, fingers closing around his shaft to jerk him off, slow and steady, and gently nudging credence to watch as he pleases him. graves lays soft kisses over his shoulder now, gently nibbling at his ear. ] Look at you. This is what you let me do with you.