[ this is everything he's wanted to remind him. it's perfect, graves is perfect, graves is reminding him that he's a person with agency, that he could stop this right now and graves would listen. that no means something and deserves to be respected.
in any case his eyes are lidded partway shut - still open enough to watch - and he rocks slowly back against him for friction as he stretches out his neck to encourage more of those kisses, more of the delightful attention that's all that he wants and then some.
his fingers curl against the mirror as graves slowly pushes forward, nails scraping uselessly. then he's breathing slow, not looking at that - looking at graves' face, the line of his jaw, the set of it, his eyes, his hair, how everything about him is perfectly made for him so that they fit together like no one else could.
there's no one on earth (or beyond) that he loves more, that he could love more. he used to be practically silent when they slept together but now he's louder, open, and he breathes out a moan, tipping his head back. ] Percival. [ it's soft, murmured, his hands trembling a tiny bit. he's waiting to feel acclimated and finally, finally, he meets graves' eyes in the mirror again and nods. ]
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in any case his eyes are lidded partway shut - still open enough to watch - and he rocks slowly back against him for friction as he stretches out his neck to encourage more of those kisses, more of the delightful attention that's all that he wants and then some.
his fingers curl against the mirror as graves slowly pushes forward, nails scraping uselessly. then he's breathing slow, not looking at that - looking at graves' face, the line of his jaw, the set of it, his eyes, his hair, how everything about him is perfectly made for him so that they fit together like no one else could.
there's no one on earth (or beyond) that he loves more, that he could love more. he used to be practically silent when they slept together but now he's louder, open, and he breathes out a moan, tipping his head back. ] Percival. [ it's soft, murmured, his hands trembling a tiny bit. he's waiting to feel acclimated and finally, finally, he meets graves' eyes in the mirror again and nods. ]