[ one thing about credence is that given an inch, he'll--he won't take a mile, no, but he'll clutch onto that inch and won't miss the opportunity for it. graves belongs to him and always will; the fact that he seems to finally be giving in is just icing on the cake.
credence surges forward when he's pulled, returning the kiss fervently and cradling the older man's jaw in both hands (feather light, barely there) as he shifts to sit on his lap, both legs to one side of him. he says nothing because he doesn't need to. he just lets the way his teeth tug at graves' lower lip do the talking for him. ]
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credence surges forward when he's pulled, returning the kiss fervently and cradling the older man's jaw in both hands (feather light, barely there) as he shifts to sit on his lap, both legs to one side of him. he says nothing because he doesn't need to. he just lets the way his teeth tug at graves' lower lip do the talking for him. ]