[ credence shakes his head there against him, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye still. ] I do, though.

[ he noses a kiss to graves' jaw, to the corner of his mouth. ] I need to know everything.

[ there's a moment where he returns that gentle kiss but also tries to tease it into more - breathing out against his mouth and nipping at his lower lip, still as needy as ever. ] Don't stop kissing me.

[ credence rarely gives orders, but this certainly seems to be one. ] And tell me how you'd kill to have my mouth on you. How you imagine me naked and splayed, looking up at you while I wait for you to fill me--

[ suddenly he just smiles. ] I could show you, if you wanted. What that looks like.