[ each time graves so much as touches one of the marks credence shivers - not from a pleasant memory, but from the fact that his lover is helping him to associate them with something better, with graves himself.

he's squirmed back against him by the time graves speaks in earnest, nodding and letting out a breathless little laugh. ] Please. [ it's happy, not mocking - he turns his head to blindly kiss at graves' jaw, nuzzling there a moment to emphasize.

the attention to his cock and balls isn't forgotten either, another quiet moan escaping as he rocks back against him just slightly. ] Love me. Like I said, gentle. Kiss me and fuck me and love me. That's all I've ever wanted, anyway. [ one hand slips between them to palm over the front of graves' trousers, letting out a tiny pleased hum despite himself. ] Getting hard for me already, baby?