[ credence doesn't care that anyone else wants him. he doesn't pay attention to it, doesn't use it to make graves jealous, and certainly doesn't use it to accept any come-ons or invitations. he's past smitten with graves: he loves him with everything he has and there's nothing that can change it. even if graves left him, told him to leave, he'd be heartbroken but still love him.
but there's no chance of that.
he smiles and draws up to his feet, shaking free of the grip on his chin playfully before leaning in to kiss graves slowly and meaningfully. his teeth catch his lower lip and tug before he's doing what graves requests, turning away from him to brace himself against the mirror and looking at him in the reflection, eyes dark.
graves is everything he wants and needs - powerful, sturdy, steadfast.
he bites his lip slightly, resting his weight on his elbows with his feet planted flat. ] Show me how much you need me.
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but there's no chance of that.
he smiles and draws up to his feet, shaking free of the grip on his chin playfully before leaning in to kiss graves slowly and meaningfully. his teeth catch his lower lip and tug before he's doing what graves requests, turning away from him to brace himself against the mirror and looking at him in the reflection, eyes dark.
graves is everything he wants and needs - powerful, sturdy, steadfast.
he bites his lip slightly, resting his weight on his elbows with his feet planted flat. ] Show me how much you need me.