[ 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.
[ and that's the crux of it, isn't it? he's not scared like he used to be. he still is at times but he's able to push through it, to manage himself properly and do what needs doing. he doesn't make himself smaller, doesn't let himself be steamrolled.
the kisses practically take his breath away and he's practically coiled around him like a clinging vine by the time graves speaks again, pressing their foreheads together - he nips playfully at the pad of graves' thumb, then settles. ] I want to forget I was ever worried.
[ 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. ]
[ he sounds so pleased like this, it must really be so relieving to see him after worrying so much. his heart hurts but in a good way this time.
he can focus on other things too: when graves' thumb is in his mouth credence sucks on it once, brief and lazy while looking at him. but then credence returns the kiss, leaning into it as he threads their fingers and noses against his cheek. ]
No. Have you? [ credence pauses, tipping back a little to eye him. ] Have you eaten at all today?
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[ 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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[ and that's the crux of it, isn't it? he's not scared like he used to be. he still is at times but he's able to push through it, to manage himself properly and do what needs doing. he doesn't make himself smaller, doesn't let himself be steamrolled.
the kisses practically take his breath away and he's practically coiled around him like a clinging vine by the time graves speaks again, pressing their foreheads together - he nips playfully at the pad of graves' thumb, then settles. ] I want to forget I was ever worried.
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[ 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?
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[ he sounds so pleased like this, it must really be so relieving to see him after worrying so much. his heart hurts but in a good way this time.
he can focus on other things too: when graves' thumb is in his mouth credence sucks on it once, brief and lazy while looking at him. but then credence returns the kiss, leaning into it as he threads their fingers and noses against his cheek. ]
No. Have you? [ credence pauses, tipping back a little to eye him. ] Have you eaten at all today?