[ the fact that graves is willing to leave any evidence behind at all is almost more thrilling than the action itself. credence shivers and breathes out a little moan despite himself, one hand coming to rest at the back of the older man's head, nails scraping just so.

he wants more, more - exhaling shakily is just evidence of how much he wants it as his fingers tighten in his hair. otherwise he stays still for the way graves is toying with undoing his buttons, licking his lips. ] You're not my first kiss-- [ more acting like a little shit, but: ] You're definitely the first one that matters, the first good one. [ a pleasant hum, one hand trailing fingers down his shoulder briefly. ] I want everything you're willing to give me. Everything you'll let me drag right out of you.