[ it almost makes him sound more like a child to insist that he isn't one but graves knows that, doesn't he? perhaps that's part of the appeal, his youthfulness. whether it is or not credence is appeased by the words and the kisses - eventually he nods, mouths still barely touching. not kissing, but almost. ] I'm a quick study.
[ this is almost teasing and he kisses him again, teeth grazing his lower lip while he urges tongue against tongue again, hands gripping at his shoulders instead now. when he pulls back this time he nuzzles against him, taking a slow breath. ] I want to keep you by my side always. Swear to me you'll never leave me.
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[ this is almost teasing and he kisses him again, teeth grazing his lower lip while he urges tongue against tongue again, hands gripping at his shoulders instead now. when he pulls back this time he nuzzles against him, taking a slow breath. ] I want to keep you by my side always. Swear to me you'll never leave me.