[ credence leans into that kiss to his forehead, eyes closed and hands gripping so tightly to graves' jacket that his knuckles are white. the hand at his back helps a little bit too - but the soothing words help the most. finally, finally, he nods and just coils against him like a clinging vine, understandably needy at the moment. ]
No. [ a little more sharply than before - then he breathes out, trying to calm down. ] No, nothing under my clothes except-- [ he looks away, chewing on his lip, looking and feeling very young. ] He put his hand under the back of my shirt. So he felt them. [ the ugly scars crisscrossing his back, the ones he still refuses to let anyone see.
lord only knows what a man like that will do with the information knowing that credence's back is covered in scars. (especially after being beaten half to death by the man credence has given himself to.) ]
[ he says, and gently nudges at him -- just to see if he'll take the cue to move. if he wants to cling like an adorable vine, graves will continue to let him, to give him all the time he needs to recover. he brushes his young lover's hair from his cheek, cradling the back of his head before he presses a kiss to his forehead.
graves' anger is not quelled -- a cold fury simmering under the surface, outwardly placid if only to get credence to recover his calm. ]
I'll take care of it. [ it's easy to get background information on the man, and easier still to teach him another lesson on blackmail and violation -- and graves intends to do it all without mercy. ]
I can't just leave my own-- [ but then he pauses and takes a breath, straightening his spine and lifting his chin. to most people it'd look like he pulled the wherewithal from nowhere, but graves of all people will be able to tell that it's only temporary, that he's projecting a calm and cold exterior until they're truly alone. ]
Let's go home.
[ it's echoed, quiet, and he takes a step so that he can hook his arm with graves'. ] Keep me informed? [ the softness to this is dangerous. for the moment his trauma is manifesting in viciousness. he wants to see a man broken, a man hurting.
he smiles, a tight little thing, before starting to walk toward where they can exit, waving off anyone that tries to speak to him so that they can just keep going.
the hand at graves' elbow is tense and almost shaking. ]
[ graves keeps him safe, fiercely protective and instinctively putting himself between credence and everyone else. while all the others would see a perfectly composed, flawlessly beautiful young man with his older paramour, graves knows better. he's holding on to him like his life depends on it, and graves regrets not finishing the job with credence's assailant when he could have done it.
he sends a message to his men to keep tabs on him, and graves glances over at credence when he speaks up, soft and vicious -- because despite the fact that credence had just been assaulted in the most unforgivable way, the young man is tough as nails, vicious and strong and everything worthy of being graves' partner, his other half.
it's only when they're finally in the car, and it's moving off that he leans over to press a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek, his hand twined with his. ] Forgive me. [ he says at last. ] I thought the worst when I saw the both of you.
[ credence curls against him and it really does look as though he's just clinging to him as he normally does while they move. it's part that and part drawing comfort from him as he does whenever traumatized. it could have been worse, it could have. did he get inside you had made his blood run cold all over again with the realization that it very well could have happened if graves hadn't shown up when he did.
the vindictive part of him is glad that he's going to get to witness the ruin of this man. he wants it so desperately.
in the car credence is slumped in his seat, clutching to graves' hand for dear life and leaning into that little affection until his lover speaks again and he frowns, gently, tugging his hand away and resting both of them in his lap, not quite touching graves at all any more. he looks hurt because he feels hurt, looking over at the older man. ] I know you did. [ that's all for a moment. he's not going to say it's okay because it's not, but he does continue. ] I've never seen you angry with me like that and it frightened me. [ a pause before he adds very softly: ] I've never given you reason to think that of me, Percival.
[ and that is the truth. but graves, who had long operated and thrived on giving no one the benefit of the doubt -- finds his nature a difficult habit to shake. he's still a work in progress -- their relationship is still a work in progress, and he is acutely aware of the hurt that he's caused his lover; his faithful partner who had proven himself to him over and over again.
this is on graves and he knows it, guilt curling in his chest when he sees him pull away. credence didn't deserve this, not on the heels of that kind of assault, and while graves is a prideful man who rarely apologises, he knows this now is warranted: he had, after all, doubted a man who had done nothing but loved him -- and loves him still, despite all that's happened. ]
I'm sorry, Credence. [ he says just as quietly, moving to look at him. ] I was wrong.
[ after a moment, he speaks again just as softly as before. ] The whole reason we got back together in the first place is because I wouldn't even when we weren't together.
[ credence isn't trying to guilt the older man; he's simply stating fact. it's just that the fact happens to be painful. finally he sighs, looking like he's about to say something else. he's still tired and shaken and wants to forget but as soon as graves says he's i'm sorry instead of forgive me a soft noise catches in his throat as he turns to look back at him - eyes wide and full of tears and suddenly he's stammering and so, so young again, hands clutching at the front of his clothing. ] You were wrong. But--I love you too much to not forgive you. You always makes me so happy and I--[ he tips his head forward and shakes his head, whispering. ]
I was worried you didn't love me anymore because it's my fault. I shouldn't have let him get me alone. I shouldn't have talked to him at all, he acted strange from the start. I should have known better. [ a trembling breath. ] But you said it wasn't my fault even though it feels like it is.
[ the dam is broken and he knows it. he's listening in silence to what credence pours out, and he cannot help but reach for him, to clasp him by the back of his neck and to pull him close into an embrace. he can never be too close to him, he decides, and credence's forgiveness, so sweetly, so wholly given no matter the hurt, and it makes him feel even guiltier.
he has to be more worthy of this, after all. ]
Shhh. Shh. It's all right. It's over now. It's over now, Credence. I'm going to destroy him, just you watch. None of this is your fault, do you understand? No one could have guessed at what he wanted to do.
[ credence nestles into graves' arms and he fits there as perfectly as ever but he doesn't say anything in response for a very long time. he's processing what the older man is telling him and logic is telling him that it's all truth. it lets him calm down slightly and finally he nods, burrowing into graves' neck this time, moisture lingering at his lashes leaving a mark on graves' clothing.
he nods again. ] Okay. I understand. Thank you. [ a breath and he looks at him. suddenly that viciousness is there again. ] I want him to feel like he made me feel. I want to grind him to dust beneath my boot. Whatever happens, I want there to be nothing left.
[ to anyone else, hearing this would be something new and alarming. graves has seen him like this before though, hasn't he? kill them, he'd said, and graves had. credence turns, back resting against his older lover's chest as he closes his eyes. ] I want to go home and take a shower.
[ all-too familiar to the time he'd scrubbed his skin utterly raw. worse for the nature of this, maybe. ]
[ graves has seen him like this before -- the viciousness is exhilarating, thrilling; graves finds that he relishes that part of him, how he shows no mercy to the people who've wronged him. credence is gentle and soft usually, but when that whole other side of him comes up, he pays attention.
he exhales and leans in to kiss him softly, and when the car comes to a stop in the private basement, he lets his love out of the car and into the waiting elevator, swiping his clearance card. ]
I'll make sure you're there when I deal with him. [ he promises, because he feels the same. gently lifting the collar, he finds his jaw clench briefly when he sees the marks -- marks he has to reclaim, to possess anew, because credence belongs to him, and no one else. ] Take your clothes off when you get upstairs.
[ credence returns the kiss readily, happy for how gentle it is, for the sharp contrast between what happened earlier and what's happening now. he kisses him again, idly, as he steps out of the car to get in the elevator. ] Mm. Good.
[ then his brow furrows once before it smooths out and he nods. ] All right. [ of course he will - he desperately craves something gentle and calm now, but the thought of graves slowly and lovingly reclaiming him via those marks is just what the doctor ordered.
and so: when he gets upstairs he heads to their bedroom to undress, standing and looking at himself in the full-length mirror afterward with a slight frown. bruises on his neck and throat, around his wrist, at his hip. claimed from him without permission, marks that make his throat burn with bile.
he wants the mere thought of it to be gone forever. ]
[ graves gives him some time to himself, securing the apartment before he winds back around to his lover, finding him in front of the mirror in their bedroom, undressed and entirely naked, the bruises and lovebites inciting another swell of silent rage.
credence has been violated, used, his body marred by unwelcome hands, and suddenly the beating doesn't seem enough. he comes in behind him, making sure that credence sees him approach -- he's not entirely clear of credence's state of mind at this point, and would rather not do anything to startle him.
an arm wrapping around his waist, quietly possessive, he presses a soft kiss to his ear, meeting his eyes steadily in the mirror. he's here, he's here to keep him safe, to protect him, and credence belongs only to him. fingers tracking over the burise at his hip, his lips moving down to press lightly against a particularly vivid one on the side of his neck, he presses up against him. ]
You're mine, Credence. Let me take care of you tonight.
[ credence doesn't startle at graves' approach - he just looks at him in the mirror, eyes following his every movement. he's quiet, leaning back into his grasp and closing his eyes just for a brief moment before he opens them again, meeting his gaze. ] I love you.
[ that's all he says for a moment before he's shifting, gently lifting an arm to cradle graves' jaw after he stretches out his neck for that kiss. ] Mm. Only because I let you have me.
[ he's not being contrary in the least - it's clear he's using it as a means of asserting that he's a person, that he has agency, that graves knows how to treat him right, would never do anything he didn't want to, would let him walk away if he wanted - and that's why he doesn't want to. because graves remembers that he's a person and not a plaything.
he manages a tiny smile, some of the tension draining from him. ] I don't want to think about him any more. I just want to think of you. Remind me. Just—gently. I feel like I could shatter, tonight.
[ gently, he says, and graves understands. he knows what credence is doing, how he's asserting himself, and tonight he will be gentle. he hums in agreement when he says that he lets him have him -- because it's true, because graves respects him, refusing to so much as touch him until he explicitly wants it.
the kiss lingers, and his hands move over his body, smoothing over his hips, his stomach, his chest, mapping out every inch of him under his hands. ] Because you let me have you. [ he reiterates. ] A fact I'm grateful for every day. I would kiss every inch of you if I could, worship at your altar. You made the choice to give yourself to me, didn't you? That was all you.
[ his free hand comes to grasp his cock, fingers closing around his shaft to jerk him off, slow and steady, and gently nudging credence to watch as he pleases him. graves lays soft kisses over his shoulder now, gently nibbling at his ear. ] Look at you. This is what you let me do with you.
[ credence clicks his tongue lightly when graves doesn't return the affection verbally but it's all right for now - he's letting his actions speak for him as usual, and in this instance it isn't misplaced at all.
still, he smiles at what his older lever does say. ] I'm no saint or god. You're worshiping at the altar of nothing more than a man. Does that suit you, Percival Graves? [ it's not a question because he knows it does: that every inch of graves is suited to worship him personally just as much as he's suited to do the complimentary worship of graves himself.
credence shifts how he stands, legs spreading just slightly where he has his feet planted so that he can watch him with lidded eyes and parted lips. he stretches out his neck too, breathing out a sigh that's clearly a quiet moan. ]
And I love it, holding that much power. Over myself, over what happens to me, over who gets to touch me, to love me.
[ it suits him, and while graves doesn't profess it often if at all, he's willing to indulge, to press his mouth against the line of his troat, meeting his eyes in the mirror. he's kissing over the ugly lovebites, the ones stolen without permission, and he's claiming it as his own.
he's continuing to stroke him, fingers curling to fondle his balls, making credence watch as he pleases him, thumb rubbing up and down the underside of his shaft as he keeps him on display. teeth scraping over his earlobe, his next words are a low, purring rumble. ]
Let me love you. [ he says quietly, his other hand coming to track up his stomach, over his chest, brushing over a nipple before lightly, playfully pinching it. ] That power is all yours. [ he wants to return it to him, the agency, the leverage -- the man had stolen more than just kisses from his credence, and he intends to make him pay for all of it. relishing the soft moan, he presses up against his ass, already half hard in his tailored trousers. ]
[ each time graves so much as touches one of the marks credence shivers - not from a pleasant memory, but from the fact that his lover is helping him to associate them with something better, with graves himself.
he's squirmed back against him by the time graves speaks in earnest, nodding and letting out a breathless little laugh. ] Please. [ it's happy, not mocking - he turns his head to blindly kiss at graves' jaw, nuzzling there a moment to emphasize.
the attention to his cock and balls isn't forgotten either, another quiet moan escaping as he rocks back against him just slightly. ] Love me. Like I said, gentle. Kiss me and fuck me and love me. That's all I've ever wanted, anyway. [ one hand slips between them to palm over the front of graves' trousers, letting out a tiny pleased hum despite himself. ] Getting hard for me already, baby?
[ graves' words are uttered against the curve of his neck, picking up on his shivers when he starts to slowly reclaim him, to mark him as his own. credence belongs to him because he wants to, and his giddy little laugh is proof enough of his favor and pleasure.
rocking into his hand with a soft groan, graves tugs the zipper down and eases his cock out for his lover. he will kiss him, fuck him, love him, and graves wants to coax him out as well -- this goes both ways, and he reminds him of it when he guides credence's hand around his cock and he thrusts into it like he's fucking the circle of his fingers, a promise he makes. ]
You make me hard, you know that. [ he moves up to capture his mouth with his, thumb rubbing deliberate circles against the sensitive slit of credence's cock. ] You make me want to slide up inside you and never stop until you're dripping with me. I'm going to do this gently tonight, and I will remind you that you are all mine.
[ he takes a breath and reaches up, pushing two fingers between his young lover's lush, full lips. ]
[ whenever graves says it, credence's smile is like the sun coming out from behind clouds and this is no different. he breathes out shaking and smiles brightly, nuzzling close to him and closing his eyes briefly. it's so much, it's everything, it's just for him. ] I love you so much.
[ credence's grip on graves' cock is firm as he lets him fuck into his hand before he squeezes down at the base, stroking toward himself with a firm, slow urge of his hand as a promise of his own. ] I know. I like feeling it. [ he's about to say something else but it's lost on a moan, his hips bucking toward graves' touch. ] I want to do it here. In front of the mirror. Sitting. I want to see everything.
[ he's leaning back flush against the older man, letting a gentle rock against his cock speak further for him. he parts his lips obediently, drawing graves' fingers into his mouth with something that's undeniably hungry as he sucks at them, one hand moving to grasp his wrist so that he can bob his head slightly, tongue lapping up them once before he forces them to scissor apart slightly with an urgent press between them, moaning softly around them. he's trying to make it clear how much he wants this - to make himself remember just how much this is exactly what he's craving. ]
[ graves will have to draw out the chair that's behind them, but it matters little now when he's watching, feeling credence lick and suck on his fingers, scissoring them with his hot, wet tongue that sends a powerful jolt of arousal right to his cock. credence's smile is bright as the sun, warmer than he's seen the entire evening, and graves feels immediately protective, knowing that there's no way credence's attacker will be able to run once he gets his hands on him.
this -- he is precious, yielding and eager, and he slips his cock between his thighs with a quiet little sigh, so very hard and rubbing up against credence's balls, the underside of his cock. his young lover's thighs are smooth, soft, closing around his dick in a way that makes him wild. but he has to be the one in control tonight, to soothe frayed nerves, to remind credence of all that matters.
he's pulling his slick fingers out eventually, gently nudging him to brace himself against the mirror as he circles his tight, puckered little hole with two fingers, pushing the first in, slick with saliva, and keeping a close eye on him in the mirror. the last thing he wants to do is hurt credence, especially when he's moaning so sweetly, obviously eager to have more.
graves smiles briefly, nuzzling against him before his finger sinks in entirely, buried deep inside that tight, tight heat. ]
Look at you. Lean forward, sweetheart. Do you see how hard your cock is between your legs?
[ credence is concentrating hard on the moment - he's feeling a little scattered suddenly, but when graves' cock slips between his legs credence snaps to attention, licking his lips and tightening his thighs slightly around him to make the movement all the more pleasurable for his lover. it's pleasurable for him too, though - enjoyable friction against the underside of his cock, across his balls, making him moan softly, still muffled around his fingers.
taking both of them in all the way isn't quite so impressive as doing the same with graves' cock but the sentiment is there and they both know he can, anyway. he knows this is about him, though - he takes a slow breath when the older man pulls his fingers free, licking his lips and leaning forward as he's told. his hands press to either edge of the mirror and grasp at it as he rests his forehead to the glass, looking down at himself in the reflection. ] Yes.
[ his voice is soft, almost shaking, as graves finishes thrusting that finger inside him. with a slow rock backward he urges the moment on, eyes fluttering closed before he opens them again. ] I'm only this hard because I want you so much. [ he arches his back a little, tipping his head back and aside to catch graves' mouth in a hungry kiss - still slow, still gentle, but needy. ]
[ the second finger joins the first, wet and slick and working to get him ready. it won't compare to the real thing, but for now this is good enough. he presses his chest up against credence's back, continuing to gently thrust up between his thighs with a soft groan, barely audible and warm against the skin of his shoulder.
he loves him like this, he thinks -- when his eyes open and he looks at graves like he's the only thing that matters, need and passion burning, matching the similarly hungry look in graves' eyes. this is credence, back in graves' arms where he belongs, and he smiles faintly before he lowers his head to kiss him, mouth parted to take him in, teasing and pressing back against him.
credence is pale and lovely in the dim light, his body exceptionally flawless when he studies him in the mirror, and he fingerfucks him harder now, his thrusts long and polished. he scissors his fingers inside him a little more, spreading him so that it would be easier to push inside of him, and he pulls out after a few long moments. ]
[ this is always intoxicating, so intimate, letting himself be touched and prepared for more so lovingly, so gently. the way credence continues to rock back against him is practiced, to press graves' fingers further into himself and to give his older lover a tighter, more pleasurable fuck between his thighs. that's intimate too, watching him, being able to see his cock slide sinfully between his legs. he likes it this way, one hand slipping down to teasingly run fingertips over the head of his cock each time it slides forward far enough.
the way graves fucks him harder, two fingers in, means he's breathing a little harshly and letting his fingers curl uselessly against the mirror. he's trembling slightly, wanting, but he does as he's told even if he lets out a petulant moue when he feels the loss of those fingers. still: he holds onto graves' arm carefully as he slides slowly to his knees, keeping his thighs spread neatly so that he sits low. it wouldn't take much of a shift to allow him to rock down against the smooth floor shamelessly, to give graves a show he's unlikely to forget, but he refrains for now, left side practically pressed to the mirror as he looks up at him, eyes doe-like and full lips slightly parted.
he smiles in the breathless way he only gets in times like this, not embarrassed in the least by the fact that he's openly staring at graves' cock. one hand is still resting on him for support, this time at his thigh before he shifts, gently urging his cock and balls the rest of the way out of his trousers with a gentle squeeze, a slow stroke. ] Come here.
[ there he is, stunningly beautiful and doe-eyed, gorgeous and on his knees -- the sight of credence on his knees, urging his cock from his finely-tailored trousers. graves is already so hard, thick and flushed dark, and the squeeze and slow stroke makes his breath hitch in his throat.
he aches to be inside of him again, to push inside of that yielding body, but he knows that he has to be careful with him -- credence asked for gentle, and he'll have it; graves running his fingers through his hair with a faint smile. he's stepping closer as he bids, free and coming to grasp his own dick, light resting the head of it against credence's full, plush lips.
there is no mistaking what he wants him to do, how they look in the profile view within the mirror. he loves him he thinks, beyond everything else. there is much he has to make up for, tonight, to reassure and restore. credence is faithful and loyal, sensuous and giving, and he cannot help a swell of emotion before he gently pushes his cock into his mouth, eyes lidding at the hot, wet warmth of him. his violator might have dreamed of this, he muses darkly. dreamed of getting his cock sucked, of pushing inside that gloriously tight ass, hearing his whimper as he dominates and owns and possesses.
but this, all of this belongs only to graves, an honor given to him by credence, and he cannot help but tug on his hair very gently, another reminder that no one will get to touch his love like that again. no one will molest and violate him the way that man had; graves will kill him first. ]
You like it, don't you? You like having my cock in your mouth.
[ there really is no mistaking what graves wants him to do. he's not naive and this positioning is so familiar; he parts his lips to allow graves' cock to press into his mouth. this is brief - it's not long before he's sucking him off properly, hot mouth and wet tongue laving over him and treating him with the reverence he deserves.
he loves him fully and devotedly, and though he knows sex isn't what shows it he's doing it anyway, giving himself over to graves' gentle requests. gripping at the older man's hips with both hands, he urges graves forward until he's practically buried in the fabric surrounding his lover's cock. he holds him very still after that, taking a moment to acclimate before he swallows around him, tightening his throat as much as he can while staring up at graves, that innocent look still in his eyes.
he stays that way as long as he can before he has to pull his head back quickly and take a deep breath, tipping his head back and licking his lips. then he uses a hand to push his cock up against his stomach so he can run his tongue in a line along the vein underneath then pay especial attention to his balls, idly sucking at them before kissing his way back up to the head of his cock.
finally he nods with a hum, canting his head aside to look at him. ] I do. Do you want to fuck my mouth next or do you have different plans for me?
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No. [ a little more sharply than before - then he breathes out, trying to calm down. ] No, nothing under my clothes except-- [ he looks away, chewing on his lip, looking and feeling very young. ] He put his hand under the back of my shirt. So he felt them. [ the ugly scars crisscrossing his back, the ones he still refuses to let anyone see.
lord only knows what a man like that will do with the information knowing that credence's back is covered in scars. (especially after being beaten half to death by the man credence has given himself to.) ]
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[ he says, and gently nudges at him -- just to see if he'll take the cue to move. if he wants to cling like an adorable vine, graves will continue to let him, to give him all the time he needs to recover. he brushes his young lover's hair from his cheek, cradling the back of his head before he presses a kiss to his forehead.
graves' anger is not quelled -- a cold fury simmering under the surface, outwardly placid if only to get credence to recover his calm. ]
I'll take care of it. [ it's easy to get background information on the man, and easier still to teach him another lesson on blackmail and violation -- and graves intends to do it all without mercy. ]
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Let's go home.
[ it's echoed, quiet, and he takes a step so that he can hook his arm with graves'. ] Keep me informed? [ the softness to this is dangerous. for the moment his trauma is manifesting in viciousness. he wants to see a man broken, a man hurting.
he smiles, a tight little thing, before starting to walk toward where they can exit, waving off anyone that tries to speak to him so that they can just keep going.
the hand at graves' elbow is tense and almost shaking. ]
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he sends a message to his men to keep tabs on him, and graves glances over at credence when he speaks up, soft and vicious -- because despite the fact that credence had just been assaulted in the most unforgivable way, the young man is tough as nails, vicious and strong and everything worthy of being graves' partner, his other half.
it's only when they're finally in the car, and it's moving off that he leans over to press a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek, his hand twined with his. ] Forgive me. [ he says at last. ] I thought the worst when I saw the both of you.
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the vindictive part of him is glad that he's going to get to witness the ruin of this man. he wants it so desperately.
in the car credence is slumped in his seat, clutching to graves' hand for dear life and leaning into that little affection until his lover speaks again and he frowns, gently, tugging his hand away and resting both of them in his lap, not quite touching graves at all any more. he looks hurt because he feels hurt, looking over at the older man. ] I know you did. [ that's all for a moment. he's not going to say it's okay because it's not, but he does continue. ] I've never seen you angry with me like that and it frightened me. [ a pause before he adds very softly: ] I've never given you reason to think that of me, Percival.
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[ and that is the truth. but graves, who had long operated and thrived on giving no one the benefit of the doubt -- finds his nature a difficult habit to shake. he's still a work in progress -- their relationship is still a work in progress, and he is acutely aware of the hurt that he's caused his lover; his faithful partner who had proven himself to him over and over again.
this is on graves and he knows it, guilt curling in his chest when he sees him pull away. credence didn't deserve this, not on the heels of that kind of assault, and while graves is a prideful man who rarely apologises, he knows this now is warranted: he had, after all, doubted a man who had done nothing but loved him -- and loves him still, despite all that's happened. ]
I'm sorry, Credence. [ he says just as quietly, moving to look at him. ] I was wrong.
[ no excuses, only the truth. ]
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[ credence isn't trying to guilt the older man; he's simply stating fact. it's just that the fact happens to be painful. finally he sighs, looking like he's about to say something else. he's still tired and shaken and wants to forget but as soon as graves says he's i'm sorry instead of forgive me a soft noise catches in his throat as he turns to look back at him - eyes wide and full of tears and suddenly he's stammering and so, so young again, hands clutching at the front of his clothing. ] You were wrong. But--I love you too much to not forgive you. You always makes me so happy and I--[ he tips his head forward and shakes his head, whispering. ]
I was worried you didn't love me anymore because it's my fault. I shouldn't have let him get me alone. I shouldn't have talked to him at all, he acted strange from the start. I should have known better. [ a trembling breath. ] But you said it wasn't my fault even though it feels like it is.
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he has to be more worthy of this, after all. ]
Shhh. Shh. It's all right. It's over now. It's over now, Credence. I'm going to destroy him, just you watch. None of this is your fault, do you understand? No one could have guessed at what he wanted to do.
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he nods again. ] Okay. I understand. Thank you. [ a breath and he looks at him. suddenly that viciousness is there again. ] I want him to feel like he made me feel. I want to grind him to dust beneath my boot. Whatever happens, I want there to be nothing left.
[ to anyone else, hearing this would be something new and alarming. graves has seen him like this before though, hasn't he? kill them, he'd said, and graves had. credence turns, back resting against his older lover's chest as he closes his eyes. ] I want to go home and take a shower.
[ all-too familiar to the time he'd scrubbed his skin utterly raw. worse for the nature of this, maybe. ]
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he exhales and leans in to kiss him softly, and when the car comes to a stop in the private basement, he lets his love out of the car and into the waiting elevator, swiping his clearance card. ]
I'll make sure you're there when I deal with him. [ he promises, because he feels the same. gently lifting the collar, he finds his jaw clench briefly when he sees the marks -- marks he has to reclaim, to possess anew, because credence belongs to him, and no one else. ] Take your clothes off when you get upstairs.
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[ then his brow furrows once before it smooths out and he nods. ] All right. [ of course he will - he desperately craves something gentle and calm now, but the thought of graves slowly and lovingly reclaiming him via those marks is just what the doctor ordered.
and so: when he gets upstairs he heads to their bedroom to undress, standing and looking at himself in the full-length mirror afterward with a slight frown. bruises on his neck and throat, around his wrist, at his hip. claimed from him without permission, marks that make his throat burn with bile.
he wants the mere thought of it to be gone forever. ]
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credence has been violated, used, his body marred by unwelcome hands, and suddenly the beating doesn't seem enough. he comes in behind him, making sure that credence sees him approach -- he's not entirely clear of credence's state of mind at this point, and would rather not do anything to startle him.
an arm wrapping around his waist, quietly possessive, he presses a soft kiss to his ear, meeting his eyes steadily in the mirror. he's here, he's here to keep him safe, to protect him, and credence belongs only to him. fingers tracking over the burise at his hip, his lips moving down to press lightly against a particularly vivid one on the side of his neck, he presses up against him. ]
You're mine, Credence. Let me take care of you tonight.
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[ that's all he says for a moment before he's shifting, gently lifting an arm to cradle graves' jaw after he stretches out his neck for that kiss. ] Mm. Only because I let you have me.
[ he's not being contrary in the least - it's clear he's using it as a means of asserting that he's a person, that he has agency, that graves knows how to treat him right, would never do anything he didn't want to, would let him walk away if he wanted - and that's why he doesn't want to. because graves remembers that he's a person and not a plaything.
he manages a tiny smile, some of the tension draining from him. ] I don't want to think about him any more. I just want to think of you. Remind me. Just—gently. I feel like I could shatter, tonight.
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the kiss lingers, and his hands move over his body, smoothing over his hips, his stomach, his chest, mapping out every inch of him under his hands. ] Because you let me have you. [ he reiterates. ] A fact I'm grateful for every day. I would kiss every inch of you if I could, worship at your altar. You made the choice to give yourself to me, didn't you? That was all you.
[ his free hand comes to grasp his cock, fingers closing around his shaft to jerk him off, slow and steady, and gently nudging credence to watch as he pleases him. graves lays soft kisses over his shoulder now, gently nibbling at his ear. ] Look at you. This is what you let me do with you.
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still, he smiles at what his older lever does say. ] I'm no saint or god. You're worshiping at the altar of nothing more than a man. Does that suit you, Percival Graves? [ it's not a question because he knows it does: that every inch of graves is suited to worship him personally just as much as he's suited to do the complimentary worship of graves himself.
credence shifts how he stands, legs spreading just slightly where he has his feet planted so that he can watch him with lidded eyes and parted lips. he stretches out his neck too, breathing out a sigh that's clearly a quiet moan. ]
And I love it, holding that much power. Over myself, over what happens to me, over who gets to touch me, to love me.
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[ it suits him, and while graves doesn't profess it often if at all, he's willing to indulge, to press his mouth against the line of his troat, meeting his eyes in the mirror. he's kissing over the ugly lovebites, the ones stolen without permission, and he's claiming it as his own.
he's continuing to stroke him, fingers curling to fondle his balls, making credence watch as he pleases him, thumb rubbing up and down the underside of his shaft as he keeps him on display. teeth scraping over his earlobe, his next words are a low, purring rumble. ]
Let me love you. [ he says quietly, his other hand coming to track up his stomach, over his chest, brushing over a nipple before lightly, playfully pinching it. ] That power is all yours. [ he wants to return it to him, the agency, the leverage -- the man had stolen more than just kisses from his credence, and he intends to make him pay for all of it. relishing the soft moan, he presses up against his ass, already half hard in his tailored trousers. ]
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he's squirmed back against him by the time graves speaks in earnest, nodding and letting out a breathless little laugh. ] Please. [ it's happy, not mocking - he turns his head to blindly kiss at graves' jaw, nuzzling there a moment to emphasize.
the attention to his cock and balls isn't forgotten either, another quiet moan escaping as he rocks back against him just slightly. ] Love me. Like I said, gentle. Kiss me and fuck me and love me. That's all I've ever wanted, anyway. [ one hand slips between them to palm over the front of graves' trousers, letting out a tiny pleased hum despite himself. ] Getting hard for me already, baby?
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[ graves' words are uttered against the curve of his neck, picking up on his shivers when he starts to slowly reclaim him, to mark him as his own. credence belongs to him because he wants to, and his giddy little laugh is proof enough of his favor and pleasure.
rocking into his hand with a soft groan, graves tugs the zipper down and eases his cock out for his lover. he will kiss him, fuck him, love him, and graves wants to coax him out as well -- this goes both ways, and he reminds him of it when he guides credence's hand around his cock and he thrusts into it like he's fucking the circle of his fingers, a promise he makes. ]
You make me hard, you know that. [ he moves up to capture his mouth with his, thumb rubbing deliberate circles against the sensitive slit of credence's cock. ] You make me want to slide up inside you and never stop until you're dripping with me. I'm going to do this gently tonight, and I will remind you that you are all mine.
[ he takes a breath and reaches up, pushing two fingers between his young lover's lush, full lips. ]
Suck.
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[ credence's grip on graves' cock is firm as he lets him fuck into his hand before he squeezes down at the base, stroking toward himself with a firm, slow urge of his hand as a promise of his own. ] I know. I like feeling it. [ he's about to say something else but it's lost on a moan, his hips bucking toward graves' touch. ] I want to do it here. In front of the mirror. Sitting. I want to see everything.
[ he's leaning back flush against the older man, letting a gentle rock against his cock speak further for him. he parts his lips obediently, drawing graves' fingers into his mouth with something that's undeniably hungry as he sucks at them, one hand moving to grasp his wrist so that he can bob his head slightly, tongue lapping up them once before he forces them to scissor apart slightly with an urgent press between them, moaning softly around them. he's trying to make it clear how much he wants this - to make himself remember just how much this is exactly what he's craving. ]
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this -- he is precious, yielding and eager, and he slips his cock between his thighs with a quiet little sigh, so very hard and rubbing up against credence's balls, the underside of his cock. his young lover's thighs are smooth, soft, closing around his dick in a way that makes him wild. but he has to be the one in control tonight, to soothe frayed nerves, to remind credence of all that matters.
he's pulling his slick fingers out eventually, gently nudging him to brace himself against the mirror as he circles his tight, puckered little hole with two fingers, pushing the first in, slick with saliva, and keeping a close eye on him in the mirror. the last thing he wants to do is hurt credence, especially when he's moaning so sweetly, obviously eager to have more.
graves smiles briefly, nuzzling against him before his finger sinks in entirely, buried deep inside that tight, tight heat. ]
Look at you. Lean forward, sweetheart. Do you see how hard your cock is between your legs?
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taking both of them in all the way isn't quite so impressive as doing the same with graves' cock but the sentiment is there and they both know he can, anyway. he knows this is about him, though - he takes a slow breath when the older man pulls his fingers free, licking his lips and leaning forward as he's told. his hands press to either edge of the mirror and grasp at it as he rests his forehead to the glass, looking down at himself in the reflection. ] Yes.
[ his voice is soft, almost shaking, as graves finishes thrusting that finger inside him. with a slow rock backward he urges the moment on, eyes fluttering closed before he opens them again. ] I'm only this hard because I want you so much. [ he arches his back a little, tipping his head back and aside to catch graves' mouth in a hungry kiss - still slow, still gentle, but needy. ]
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he loves him like this, he thinks -- when his eyes open and he looks at graves like he's the only thing that matters, need and passion burning, matching the similarly hungry look in graves' eyes. this is credence, back in graves' arms where he belongs, and he smiles faintly before he lowers his head to kiss him, mouth parted to take him in, teasing and pressing back against him.
credence is pale and lovely in the dim light, his body exceptionally flawless when he studies him in the mirror, and he fingerfucks him harder now, his thrusts long and polished. he scissors his fingers inside him a little more, spreading him so that it would be easier to push inside of him, and he pulls out after a few long moments. ]
On your knees, your side facing the mirror.
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the way graves fucks him harder, two fingers in, means he's breathing a little harshly and letting his fingers curl uselessly against the mirror. he's trembling slightly, wanting, but he does as he's told even if he lets out a petulant moue when he feels the loss of those fingers. still: he holds onto graves' arm carefully as he slides slowly to his knees, keeping his thighs spread neatly so that he sits low. it wouldn't take much of a shift to allow him to rock down against the smooth floor shamelessly, to give graves a show he's unlikely to forget, but he refrains for now, left side practically pressed to the mirror as he looks up at him, eyes doe-like and full lips slightly parted.
he smiles in the breathless way he only gets in times like this, not embarrassed in the least by the fact that he's openly staring at graves' cock. one hand is still resting on him for support, this time at his thigh before he shifts, gently urging his cock and balls the rest of the way out of his trousers with a gentle squeeze, a slow stroke. ] Come here.
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he aches to be inside of him again, to push inside of that yielding body, but he knows that he has to be careful with him -- credence asked for gentle, and he'll have it; graves running his fingers through his hair with a faint smile. he's stepping closer as he bids, free and coming to grasp his own dick, light resting the head of it against credence's full, plush lips.
there is no mistaking what he wants him to do, how they look in the profile view within the mirror. he loves him he thinks, beyond everything else. there is much he has to make up for, tonight, to reassure and restore. credence is faithful and loyal, sensuous and giving, and he cannot help a swell of emotion before he gently pushes his cock into his mouth, eyes lidding at the hot, wet warmth of him. his violator might have dreamed of this, he muses darkly. dreamed of getting his cock sucked, of pushing inside that gloriously tight ass, hearing his whimper as he dominates and owns and possesses.
but this, all of this belongs only to graves, an honor given to him by credence, and he cannot help but tug on his hair very gently, another reminder that no one will get to touch his love like that again. no one will molest and violate him the way that man had; graves will kill him first. ]
You like it, don't you? You like having my cock in your mouth.
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he loves him fully and devotedly, and though he knows sex isn't what shows it he's doing it anyway, giving himself over to graves' gentle requests. gripping at the older man's hips with both hands, he urges graves forward until he's practically buried in the fabric surrounding his lover's cock. he holds him very still after that, taking a moment to acclimate before he swallows around him, tightening his throat as much as he can while staring up at graves, that innocent look still in his eyes.
he stays that way as long as he can before he has to pull his head back quickly and take a deep breath, tipping his head back and licking his lips. then he uses a hand to push his cock up against his stomach so he can run his tongue in a line along the vein underneath then pay especial attention to his balls, idly sucking at them before kissing his way back up to the head of his cock.
finally he nods with a hum, canting his head aside to look at him. ] I do. Do you want to fuck my mouth next or do you have different plans for me?
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