insidiose: (while you're sleeping until you believe)
credence. ([personal profile] insidiose) wrote2017-04-20 08:23 pm

[personal profile] mund

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[personal profile] mund 2017-05-07 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Not have anyone to fling things at, for starers.

[ graves says dryly, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watches him lean into his touch, loosening up and presumably mollified. credence is affectionate when he wants to be, tactile and gentle, and graves responds by sliding an arm around his waist, obedient under his lover's attentions when he tucks his hair back.

he recognises the flicker of fear, buried deep -- the old credence who had been skittish as a foal, wary and always looking to make himself smaller, as if consciously finding ways to apologise for his existence. he's different now, better; even if the ghost of what he was lingers. he nuzzles against his cheek, angling for a slow, searching kiss. ]
You've come a long way.
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[personal profile] mund 2017-05-08 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Do what?

[ spell it out for him, darling. graves has an idea of what he's talking about, and personally, he's quite proud of it. but he likes it when credence tells him about these things specifically. he's taking him in, equally smitten despite himself, warmed by his affection before he kisses him right back again, stealing another kiss from his lovely mouth.

then another, and another, because having him smile is something magical, something special. credence smile more and more these days, and his thumb brushes over the curve of his mouth lightly, as if trying to make it stay just a little longer. ]


I want to see what it is that I should make up for, tonight.
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[personal profile] mund 2017-05-10 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That can be arranged.

[ he murmurs, a ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth. that's the crux of it, how credence is not afraid the way he used to be; how he's blossoming into someone graves comes to love more and more by the day. theirs is not a conventional relationship, but it works, and graves has never been happier with him.

credence is clinging, affectionate and warm, and graves keeps him close, thumb slipping between his lips briefly to brush over his tongue. it's an intimate gesture between lovers, and he follows after it with another brief kiss, his hand coming down to twine his fingers with his. ]


Have you had dinner yet?