[ they get to the car quickly enough -- the teacher has somehow escaped from notice, but graves doesn't care, and he doesn't intend to report this when it seems like credence is the one who's initiated it, more than happy to use him as a plaything until graves comes along. it's a strange sort of flattering, and when they enter the car he raises the privacy screen, blocking the driver from listening or seeing to anything that they say.
here, in the privacy of this little space, they have just under half an hour, and graves doesn't waste time, tugging him towards him by his collar and claiming his mouth with his again, his hand sliding up under his shirt to smooth over his back.
until death it is, he decides -- credence won't let him go, and graves won't, either. he just isn't sure if it's love or obsession or both, and he doesn't care. ]
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here, in the privacy of this little space, they have just under half an hour, and graves doesn't waste time, tugging him towards him by his collar and claiming his mouth with his again, his hand sliding up under his shirt to smooth over his back.
until death it is, he decides -- credence won't let him go, and graves won't, either. he just isn't sure if it's love or obsession or both, and he doesn't care. ]