[ even with the partition up he knows he has to be quiet and so his moans are soft and breathy even though his hips are rocking up into graves' hand rhythmically and he's looking back at him quietly with parted lips as he's guided to stop looking away. he wants to say something, anything, but graves is promising that he's not going to stop for now and it makes something in him twist pleasantly - uncertain but wanting.

there's something sly that returns to him then before he nods, lifting his head to kiss graves firmly, insistently, before he runs the very tip of his tongue along his jaw to under his ear. ] I've wanted that for ages now. I've wanted to feel your hands on me, your mouth, making me come until I can't any more.

[ one hand moves to run fingers through his hair and he looks a little embarrassed again, unsure. ] Is it really all right that I don't know what I'm doing past this? I think about it a lot-- [ a gasping moan, hips jerking. ] That maybe I should let you have someone that can do things right. But I can't let you go.