[ this kiss is met in like kind and credence moans softly into it, lips and teeth and tongue - that is, until graves drops his attentions lower and he arches toward the older man's mouth, teeth digging into his own lower lip this time. ] Percival.
[ it's just for the sake of saying it. then he grins breathlessly, shaking his head minutely. ] No.
[ an open refusal: rare but still possible, of course. ] Do it for me, Percival.
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[ it's just for the sake of saying it. then he grins breathlessly, shaking his head minutely. ] No.
[ an open refusal: rare but still possible, of course. ] Do it for me, Percival.