[ perhaps he does have a long way to go, but the show of possession is enough for now. he feels so much lighter, brighter, pleased. all he wants is this, the man before him. what else could he possibly want? other than moments like these, of course.
he licks his lips in response to those little nuzzles, to graves being so close to where he wants him. he hums softly, sitting up and looking down at him. ] And you belong with me. Nowhere else. You need me as much as I need you, wanting you like you want me. [ he wants this so badly, wants to lift his hips--but he shakes his head, moving so that he can rest one pristine dress shoe against graves' shoulder and press down, so reminiscent of their first time together - though he'd been bare-footed that time. he looks thoughtful, contemplative. ] I have plans for you. Down.
[ graves remembers this, the way his foot presses against his shoulder -- his shoe, now; the silent command in that gesture. credence will not be denied, and there is everything exhilarating in how he demands obedience from him, and graves is more than willing to give it to him. why not, when his words hold so much promise?
graves moves down, mouthing against his crotch, warm and wanting. the most powerful man in america, his mouth pressed to his lover's cock, isn't that something?
his eyes are dark, feral and full of promise. how has he even thought that giving this up would be in any way an acceptable option? how could he have let credence slip from his grasp for so long? credence's words curl around him, tighten around his chest like a welcome leash, and graves claiming him as his own in turn.
this is how they love each other, like wolves, like lions, and graves unzips his young lover smoothly, meeting his eyes. ] Tell me your plans. Tell me what you want me to do to you.
[ credence sucks in a breath and then lets it out slowly - it's a lot, to feel him so close after so long. this time when his fingers trail through graves' hair they grip slightly, tug, instead of fixing it again afterward. he licks his lips and smiles, dark eyes raking down his body appreciatively. he doesn't say anything for a few moments, just watching him. when he speaks his voice is low and a little rough. ] It's been too long since I've felt your mouth on me.
[ he cants his head and smiles, bright-- ] But I don't want to come until you're fucking me and we get a noise complaint from the neighbors.
[ how... oddly specific. still: a young man wants what he wants. he looks coy and sly all at once, lids low over his eyes. ] Up to the challenge of making me scream?
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he licks his lips in response to those little nuzzles, to graves being so close to where he wants him. he hums softly, sitting up and looking down at him. ] And you belong with me. Nowhere else. You need me as much as I need you, wanting you like you want me. [ he wants this so badly, wants to lift his hips--but he shakes his head, moving so that he can rest one pristine dress shoe against graves' shoulder and press down, so reminiscent of their first time together - though he'd been bare-footed that time. he looks thoughtful, contemplative. ] I have plans for you. Down.
[ it's not a request. ]
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graves moves down, mouthing against his crotch, warm and wanting. the most powerful man in america, his mouth pressed to his lover's cock, isn't that something?
his eyes are dark, feral and full of promise. how has he even thought that giving this up would be in any way an acceptable option? how could he have let credence slip from his grasp for so long? credence's words curl around him, tighten around his chest like a welcome leash, and graves claiming him as his own in turn.
this is how they love each other, like wolves, like lions, and graves unzips his young lover smoothly, meeting his eyes. ] Tell me your plans. Tell me what you want me to do to you.
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[ he cants his head and smiles, bright-- ] But I don't want to come until you're fucking me and we get a noise complaint from the neighbors.
[ how... oddly specific. still: a young man wants what he wants. he looks coy and sly all at once, lids low over his eyes. ] Up to the challenge of making me scream?