[ credence hadn't been sure about the whole idea at first. he wasn't opposed but he was worried about embarrassing himself somehow. still, it hadn't taken much reassurance to ensure that he was more than willing to give it a try. it's not the clothes, either: it's the shoes. heels are intimidating things with thoughts of twisted ankles and falling ass over teakettle dominating his mind. you're the only one to ask me this before, he'd teased, eyes flashing bright.
with help he'd managed to get the hang of it, going from clutching at graves' arm and walking carefully before demanding that he be carried the rest of the way to being able to walk more confidently. so now here he is, a friday night, waiting for graves to get back from work so that they can go to dinner. a part of him feels shy about going out, but he still wants to.
sheer black stockings (with the proper garters holding them up, naturally), a sleek silvery grey dress, red heels - miss queenie has been kind enough to help him with hair, makeup, jewelry - thin silver chains, red lips and nails, black hair curled meticulously.
it's meant to be a surprise for the older man, who expects credence as he usually is to go out. sometimes he thinks he should do something special though, and this is it. it doesn't mean he's not nervous, sitting carefully on one of the stools at the counter with his legs crossed delicately at the knee.
he's never been quite so fully done up before, and when graves enters the penthouse the first thing he'll see is credence's back. ]
[ indeed, that's the first thing he sees. that lean back, the long dark hair that brushes his shoulders -- and something strange and silvery that he wears. graves is none the wiser, all things considered, when he returns from work and is about to take credence out for a rare night out on the town. he has one of the finest, most private restaurants booked just for him, and when he comes up behind his lover and presses a lazy, greeting kiss to his cheek, he pauses.
ah.
the stockings are what he sees next, delicate, sheer and expensive -- and he's sure that credence has had a field day with his credit card tonight. not that he minds, really; he can spend on whatever he damn well wants, and considering those red lips and nails, the thin silver chains, a lovely realization sets in. he circles around him, pleased and surprised. they've talked about this before at length, discussed what it is that they liked, and it turns out that credence somehow has taken to cross-dressing.
fuck, he's stunning at it, too. a carefully androgynous young woman with curled hair and lipstick, and his hand rests on a knee, resisting the temptation to push the skirt up to check for himself if there are garters fastened right there. no, it's unbecoming, especially for someone who wants to be a lady for the night.
a lazy smile crossing his lips, he murmurs, soft and wickedly playful. ]
My lover will be returning soon. I should take you out for the night. Show you a good time before he comes home.
[ credence hears the door but doesn't turn toward him, waiting for him to notice, to have some sort of reaction to the work he's put in--
he's not disappointed, leaning into the kiss to his cheek before he smiles, placing his hand atop the one at his knee, fingers gently tracing over his knuckles. he leans back to look at him though, a smile playing across his lips as he raises an eyebrow. ] I'm flattered that you're willing to take such a risk for me, Mister Graves. [ his voice is soft and quiet, and after a moment he stands smoothly - he has to lean down to press a kiss to graves' cheek, but he does anyway. (thanks to queenie the lipstick doesn't leave a mark on him... just yet, at least.)
his smile is teasing afterward, head tipped aside as he delicately pushes a small bit of graves' hair back into place. ] Where will we go? Maybe I can show you a good time afterward. If he's not back yet, of course.
[ he's beautiful, stunning and feminine with that inscrutable touch of masculinity that lends his androgynity so much appeal. credence is a vision, all warmth and temptation, and graves cannot help but step into the circle of his charm, captivated by him. that full, rosebud mouth begs to be kissed, and he aches to do it when it brushes over his cheek, credence's absently intimate gesture of pushing his hair back a strangely compelling one. ]
Dinner. I've booked the place where he and I first dined, but I suppose you'll find it quite lovely, too. [ graves might not be a romantic man, but he has his moments when he's inspired, and oh, how credence inspires. he steps towards him and pauses, admiring the line of his legs; the heels really do flatter an already impeccable figure, and he leans upwards to brush a kiss to his lovely, painted mouth (he won't be able to forgive himself if he doesn't do it). ] Would you like me to buy you a drink after?
I'm sure I will. You have wonderful taste, after all. [ he's touched honestly, beyond the play. it makes him smile properly, in that loving way he gets so often these days when they're alone. the light touch continues, along his scalp, behind his ear, down the side of his neck. then he drops his hand back down, glancing away once before turning back to accept that kiss and return it, idly affectionate.
when he stands it's with a low hum, both hands lifting to cradle graves' face and tip it up toward him so that he can kiss him again, just as soft, leaning forward just a little. it's good that graves is confident enough to not mind a taller woman, that's for certain. his thumbs rub over the older man's jawline as he pulls back, just looking at him. ] A drink with a man as handsome as you? How could I possibly say no?
[ he takes one of graves' hands in his own, placing it against his own hip in something that's almost a promise before he takes a step away to pick up a small clutch off the counter, he must look the part wholly-- ] Shall we, then?
[ graves finds that he can't get enough of this, the way credence is so flawlessly elegant, sweeping his clutch off the counter -- his boy has always had perfectly androgynous features, high cheekbones and a strong jaw, and look at him now, dark eyes smoky with eyeliner, lips full and lush with a lovely lipstick. ]
I almost regret letting you out of this house. [ he confesses, because there are so many things he knows they could do together in here, tangled in each other with heated passion, graves' arms around him, his mouth tracking burning kisses down the line of his throat, his chest, and every inch of him he can get his hands on. the kiss ends too quickly, as does credence's touch, but graves is nothing if not disciplined, enjoying the tease drawn out, playful and flirtatious.
his hand resting on credence's hip, he guides him out the door, every inch the attentive, intimate lover, his lips briefly brushing over his earlobe. ]
He's going to be jealous when he finds me with you.
[ the car comes up to them as if on cue, and he gently urges credence in before he follows after, shutting the door behind him. ]
Let's make it count, shall we? This will be a night you won't forget in a hurry.
Do you? I like to think that good things come to those that wait. [ perhaps full, painted lips wrapped around graves' cock, smoky eyes peering up at him through thick, long lashes. he lets it hang there a moment before he's stealing a third kiss, barely a peck as he allows himself to be led outside. credence leans into the gentle touches, one hand resting on his arm as they walk. ] Is he? I can see why he'd like to keep you all to himself. I half fancy stealing you away for good already.
[ climbing into the car looks easy enough, a delicate slide across the seat in a way far more feminine than is his usual. once he's settled in he sets the clutch down between them (no wandering hands yet, mister graves) and looks over at him fondly - almost adoringly. ] You're definitely spoiling me, but I can't help delighting in it. I fully believe you can do as you promised. [ he tilts his head, manicured fingers gently pulling through the ends of his hair. ]
Shall we make it a challenge, then? Let's make it a night I won't ever forget.
[ credence loves playing this game, and graves enjoys doing it along with him, his mind running along similarly filthy lines. oh, what he wouldn't give to have that full, painted mouth wrapped around his cock, pressed tight and sucking him off like that's the only thing he's meant to do in the world. what he wouldn't give to watch the flush on his cheeks and to revel in credence's desire, his lust coiled around them both.
he smiles, grasping his chin and drawing him forward. of course he'll make it a night credence will never forget in a hurry, especially where that tight dress and those high heels are concerned. but just as importantly -- ]
[ it really is a game that has the best results for them both. the play, the temptation, the urge to push and push until it's just short of tipping over the edge. that's a game too - seeing where that line is. it moves, naturally, depending on the day. he wants to see what today's line has to say about them both.
for a moment credence just smiles as he's tugged forward, watching him wordlessly before he leans even closer to kiss him, deep and lingering. one hand rests atop his thigh and squeezes and his teeth catch graves' lower lip as he pulls back again. ] I'll make sure you won't be forgetting what I do to you any time soon either.
[ he murmurs. graves doesn't allow credence to pull back any further, no -- he has plans for him, and the car won't reach their destination until an estimated twenty minutes after. plenty of time to fool around, to play -- credence is in a playful mood tonight, and graves is more than happy to play with him. ]
[ now credence raises both perfect eyebrows slightly, but does as instructed. possibly not as graves had intended as he slides across, legs together and dangling off one side of his lap. he's smiling slightly, looking at him with one arm hooked around his shoulders. ] Like this? [ the faintest of easy little sighs. ] Or did you have something else in mind?
[ no, not as intended, but it will do -- one thing he loves about credence is how he surprises him; the things he does that delight and exhilarate and intoxicate, and this is one of them. he is stunning like this, sultry and confident, and graves' hand rests on his thigh, moving upwards lazily to slip under that tight skirt.
warm, gentle, he leans forward to nose at the graceful line of his throat. ]
I love it when you surprise me. [ he drawls, lips moving down to his collarbone, gently edging the strap of his dress off a shoulder to press kisses there as well. ] But I have one thing in mind: dessert.
Why, Mister Graves. [ he's smiling still, nails scraping along his nape as he stretches out his neck for more of that treatment - but he clicks his tongue slightly and casually grasps the wrist of the hand slipping under his skirt so that he can pull it away - even if he's leaning into the light kisses. ]
What kind of girl would I be if I let you sneak dessert before you had dinner?
[ there's something sharp in his eyes though, like he has something planned. ] Now, if you had an appetizer in mind...
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with help he'd managed to get the hang of it, going from clutching at graves' arm and walking carefully before demanding that he be carried the rest of the way to being able to walk more confidently. so now here he is, a friday night, waiting for graves to get back from work so that they can go to dinner. a part of him feels shy about going out, but he still wants to.
sheer black stockings (with the proper garters holding them up, naturally), a sleek silvery grey dress, red heels - miss queenie has been kind enough to help him with hair, makeup, jewelry - thin silver chains, red lips and nails, black hair curled meticulously.
it's meant to be a surprise for the older man, who expects credence as he usually is to go out. sometimes he thinks he should do something special though, and this is it. it doesn't mean he's not nervous, sitting carefully on one of the stools at the counter with his legs crossed delicately at the knee.
he's never been quite so fully done up before, and when graves enters the penthouse the first thing he'll see is credence's back. ]
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ah.
the stockings are what he sees next, delicate, sheer and expensive -- and he's sure that credence has had a field day with his credit card tonight. not that he minds, really; he can spend on whatever he damn well wants, and considering those red lips and nails, the thin silver chains, a lovely realization sets in. he circles around him, pleased and surprised. they've talked about this before at length, discussed what it is that they liked, and it turns out that credence somehow has taken to cross-dressing.
fuck, he's stunning at it, too. a carefully androgynous young woman with curled hair and lipstick, and his hand rests on a knee, resisting the temptation to push the skirt up to check for himself if there are garters fastened right there. no, it's unbecoming, especially for someone who wants to be a lady for the night.
a lazy smile crossing his lips, he murmurs, soft and wickedly playful. ]
My lover will be returning soon. I should take you out for the night. Show you a good time before he comes home.
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he's not disappointed, leaning into the kiss to his cheek before he smiles, placing his hand atop the one at his knee, fingers gently tracing over his knuckles. he leans back to look at him though, a smile playing across his lips as he raises an eyebrow. ] I'm flattered that you're willing to take such a risk for me, Mister Graves. [ his voice is soft and quiet, and after a moment he stands smoothly - he has to lean down to press a kiss to graves' cheek, but he does anyway. (thanks to queenie the lipstick doesn't leave a mark on him... just yet, at least.)
his smile is teasing afterward, head tipped aside as he delicately pushes a small bit of graves' hair back into place. ] Where will we go? Maybe I can show you a good time afterward. If he's not back yet, of course.
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Dinner. I've booked the place where he and I first dined, but I suppose you'll find it quite lovely, too. [ graves might not be a romantic man, but he has his moments when he's inspired, and oh, how credence inspires. he steps towards him and pauses, admiring the line of his legs; the heels really do flatter an already impeccable figure, and he leans upwards to brush a kiss to his lovely, painted mouth (he won't be able to forgive himself if he doesn't do it). ] Would you like me to buy you a drink after?
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when he stands it's with a low hum, both hands lifting to cradle graves' face and tip it up toward him so that he can kiss him again, just as soft, leaning forward just a little. it's good that graves is confident enough to not mind a taller woman, that's for certain. his thumbs rub over the older man's jawline as he pulls back, just looking at him. ] A drink with a man as handsome as you? How could I possibly say no?
[ he takes one of graves' hands in his own, placing it against his own hip in something that's almost a promise before he takes a step away to pick up a small clutch off the counter, he must look the part wholly-- ] Shall we, then?
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I almost regret letting you out of this house. [ he confesses, because there are so many things he knows they could do together in here, tangled in each other with heated passion, graves' arms around him, his mouth tracking burning kisses down the line of his throat, his chest, and every inch of him he can get his hands on. the kiss ends too quickly, as does credence's touch, but graves is nothing if not disciplined, enjoying the tease drawn out, playful and flirtatious.
his hand resting on credence's hip, he guides him out the door, every inch the attentive, intimate lover, his lips briefly brushing over his earlobe. ]
He's going to be jealous when he finds me with you.
[ the car comes up to them as if on cue, and he gently urges credence in before he follows after, shutting the door behind him. ]
Let's make it count, shall we? This will be a night you won't forget in a hurry.
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[ climbing into the car looks easy enough, a delicate slide across the seat in a way far more feminine than is his usual. once he's settled in he sets the clutch down between them (no wandering hands yet, mister graves) and looks over at him fondly - almost adoringly. ] You're definitely spoiling me, but I can't help delighting in it. I fully believe you can do as you promised. [ he tilts his head, manicured fingers gently pulling through the ends of his hair. ]
Shall we make it a challenge, then? Let's make it a night I won't ever forget.
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he smiles, grasping his chin and drawing him forward. of course he'll make it a night credence will never forget in a hurry, especially where that tight dress and those high heels are concerned. but just as importantly -- ]
And what, my dear, is in it for me?
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for a moment credence just smiles as he's tugged forward, watching him wordlessly before he leans even closer to kiss him, deep and lingering. one hand rests atop his thigh and squeezes and his teeth catch graves' lower lip as he pulls back again. ] I'll make sure you won't be forgetting what I do to you any time soon either.
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[ he murmurs. graves doesn't allow credence to pull back any further, no -- he has plans for him, and the car won't reach their destination until an estimated twenty minutes after. plenty of time to fool around, to play -- credence is in a playful mood tonight, and graves is more than happy to play with him. ]
Come sit in my lap.
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[ now credence raises both perfect eyebrows slightly, but does as instructed. possibly not as graves had intended as he slides across, legs together and dangling off one side of his lap. he's smiling slightly, looking at him with one arm hooked around his shoulders. ] Like this? [ the faintest of easy little sighs. ] Or did you have something else in mind?
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warm, gentle, he leans forward to nose at the graceful line of his throat. ]
I love it when you surprise me. [ he drawls, lips moving down to his collarbone, gently edging the strap of his dress off a shoulder to press kisses there as well. ] But I have one thing in mind: dessert.
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What kind of girl would I be if I let you sneak dessert before you had dinner?
[ there's something sharp in his eyes though, like he has something planned. ] Now, if you had an appetizer in mind...