[ credence chokes on a moan when graves goes faster, an almost hiccup-like sound escaping him as he rocks back into the thrusts insistently. ] I'm looking— [ the last bit trails off in a whine. he is looking now, eyes staying open to watch in the mirror, body tense but in the most pleasant of ways - he licks his lips, grip on graves' neck tightening just slightly. ]

J-just like that. Percival-! [ credence is always vocal but this is more than usual - louder even - and suddenly his nails scrabble at graves' back a bit. for a while he just breathes; then, finally: ] Harder. Please. I'm so close, I want to come. I want to feel you come inside me.