[ 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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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...