[ graves confirms, because credence is being a little shit and as much as graves likes it, he enjoys getting to shut him up as well. and that he does when he sucks a little lovebite at his collarbone, marking pristine fair skin for himself because he can.
he undoes one button, two, testing and exploring, guilt and pleasure coiling in his chest -- it's dangerous and wrong, but the pull is so very potent. ] Do you want me to be your first, Credence? The first man to kiss you, to touch you, to whisper things in your ear you wish you could do.
[ the fact that graves is willing to leave any evidence behind at all is almost more thrilling than the action itself. credence shivers and breathes out a little moan despite himself, one hand coming to rest at the back of the older man's head, nails scraping just so.
he wants more, more - exhaling shakily is just evidence of how much he wants it as his fingers tighten in his hair. otherwise he stays still for the way graves is toying with undoing his buttons, licking his lips. ] You're not my first kiss-- [ more acting like a little shit, but: ] You're definitely the first one that matters, the first good one. [ a pleasant hum, one hand trailing fingers down his shoulder briefly. ] I want everything you're willing to give me. Everything you'll let me drag right out of you.
[ this is evidence that cannot be tied back to him -- even in this state graves knows how much credence wants him, how he will keep this a secret; after all, if he breathes a word of it, they can never see each other again. and credence, his sweet, yearning boy; will never allow that, will he?
he has to smile at those promises and the provocation -- oh, he knows better than to rise to it, but he knows he has to stop. they have to stop, or graves will push it too far and do something they'll both possibly regret. ]
[ it's as true as anything can be. credence will keep graves at his side until one of them dies, it's that simple. he wants him, needs him, isn't going to let anyone snatch him away because of some stupid mistake. he's a teenager, besides: who's going to ask a seventeen year old who gave him love bites? more likely he'll just get grounded on principle.
(to think, percival is courting someone that can still be grounded.)
credence's eyes on graves are dark and wanting. he's not thinking about potential regrets. he's thinking of how to get more. ] I just said you were the first good one, didn't I? Unless you'd like me to test it more.
[ both arms around his neck, pressing their foreheads together, ghosting his lips across the older man's: all meant to reel him in just a little more. ]
[ graves says smoothly, pressing him up more comfortably against the glass as he leans down to kiss him once more, unable to have enough of his sweetness, the taste of him so potent and intoxicating. he's courting someone that can still be grounded, and in it is a dangerous, forbidden thrill.
a hand curving over his thigh, moving upwards ever so slowly, he gently coaxes the other's legs around him. ] You can't tell this to anyone. This has to be our little secret. You understand, don't you?
If the testing is kissing you more, I think I'd like it.
[ on a hum. he doesn't want to kiss anyone else. just graves, who he wants to kiss endlessly. he's pliant in his arms, almost fae-like for how light and lanky he is. he crosses his ankles behind graves' back, kissing him back fervently as his hands come to cup his jaw.
this is what he wants after all, isn't it? ] I know. [ he sounds a little affronted, a little petulant. ] I'm not a child, I know when subtlety is required.
[ not a child is almost comical. then, imperious: ] Kiss me again. [ he tips up for one, eyes half-lidded. ] Do you like kissing me? You seem to think someone inexperienced doesn't make for a nice time.
[ graves would like it, too. which is why he continues, taking his time with him, drawing on his bottom lip, then deepening the kiss. graves is good at it, at sparking passion, urging sensuality, bringing it out of credence lazily, wanting him to enjoy every sensuous moment of it.
there is passion in their kisses, and he enjoys just how petulant he is, how he asserts himself and tells him he's not a child. ] I like kissing you. I like feeling the way you learn. Can you tell?
[ he murmurs. ] You're picking little tricks up from me already. [ he's kissing him again, a different way this time, tongue pressing up gently against tongue, easing into his mouth to explore him, as skilled as he is fervent in his desire for him. this is credence, giving himself over to him, innocent and untouched, and graves will have all of him. ]
[ it almost makes him sound more like a child to insist that he isn't one but graves knows that, doesn't he? perhaps that's part of the appeal, his youthfulness. whether it is or not credence is appeased by the words and the kisses - eventually he nods, mouths still barely touching. not kissing, but almost. ] I'm a quick study.
[ this is almost teasing and he kisses him again, teeth grazing his lower lip while he urges tongue against tongue again, hands gripping at his shoulders instead now. when he pulls back this time he nuzzles against him, taking a slow breath. ] I want to keep you by my side always. Swear to me you'll never leave me.
[ it's part of the appeal, how innocent he is, how sweetly uncomplicated he is in this moment. the youthfulness of his words calls to him, reminds him of a simpler time -- reminds him of just how he can shape him from this. graves knows that it's a weighty, incredible responsibility, and he pauses for a moment after the kiss, contemplating credence's request.
he knows what he wants. his little prince, all his life pampered and spoiled, given what he wants when he wants it, wants him. and graves, who has had more than his fair share of lovers and casual flings, is aware of just what he's asking him. ]
I'm your bodyguard. [ he murmurs, brushing credence's dark hair, tucking it behind his ear. he's indulgent, wondering if credence really knows what he's talking about, what he's asking from him. ] I'll be with you for as long as I'm needed.
[ credence knows exactly what he's asking of graves. there's a point to it, a neediness over it, the way his heart clenches when graves answers him. his lips pull into a delicate frown and he shakes his head, looking at the older man for a long moment before granting him a kiss, slow and sweet and affectionate. ]
You're far more than that. [ it's soft, murmured against his mouth, before he settles against him and rests his head on his shoulder. ] You've never been only a bodyguard. That's important, but the rest is important too.
[ he sighs, pressing a kiss to his jaw just below his ear. ] If you wanted to go I would let you. As much as I care for you and want you, it's not worth anything if I'm so cruel as to try and keep you here when you don't want to. You can walk away if you like, whenever you like. I just hope you'll stay.
[ graves says nothing for a few moments, cupping his face in his hand and curving his palm against it, shifting to accommodate him when he feels his affectionate charge cuddle close, pressing against his jaw. he is in love, he knows -- but this is a dangerous place to be. credence is still young, and he could outgrow this crush of his, and graves cannot afford to be compromised.
he would give his life for his in a heartbeat, his loyalty all but assured -- credence is precious to him, clever and spirited and so full of life that he cannot help but be drawn to him, but credence, too, needs his freedom however he can get it. he nuzzles against him a hand coming to curve at the back of his neck to hold him in place as he registers those words. ]
You'll find someone new when you get older, you know. Someone closer to your age. What will you do, then?
[ credence laughs, kind and fond, and bumps their foreheads together before kissing him again. it's youthful, affectionate, loving. then he's shifting to be as close as possible, barely audible even right up against his ear. ]
If I so much as look at someone else I don't deserve you. But really, no one could hope to compare.
[ a sigh before he continues: ] I can't trust anyone else. But more than that, you're the only person to treat me like a fellow person. To you I'm not a toy, a plaything, something inhuman and precious to watch over like an art piece in a museum. I'm a person to protect.
[ a kiss below his ear. ] You're it. There's not someone else.
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[ graves confirms, because credence is being a little shit and as much as graves likes it, he enjoys getting to shut him up as well. and that he does when he sucks a little lovebite at his collarbone, marking pristine fair skin for himself because he can.
he undoes one button, two, testing and exploring, guilt and pleasure coiling in his chest -- it's dangerous and wrong, but the pull is so very potent. ] Do you want me to be your first, Credence? The first man to kiss you, to touch you, to whisper things in your ear you wish you could do.
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he wants more, more - exhaling shakily is just evidence of how much he wants it as his fingers tighten in his hair. otherwise he stays still for the way graves is toying with undoing his buttons, licking his lips. ] You're not my first kiss-- [ more acting like a little shit, but: ] You're definitely the first one that matters, the first good one. [ a pleasant hum, one hand trailing fingers down his shoulder briefly. ] I want everything you're willing to give me. Everything you'll let me drag right out of you.
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he has to smile at those promises and the provocation -- oh, he knows better than to rise to it, but he knows he has to stop. they have to stop, or graves will push it too far and do something they'll both possibly regret. ]
They're not as good as I am, and you know it.
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(to think, percival is courting someone that can still be grounded.)
credence's eyes on graves are dark and wanting. he's not thinking about potential regrets. he's thinking of how to get more. ] I just said you were the first good one, didn't I? Unless you'd like me to test it more.
[ both arms around his neck, pressing their foreheads together, ghosting his lips across the older man's: all meant to reel him in just a little more. ]
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[ graves says smoothly, pressing him up more comfortably against the glass as he leans down to kiss him once more, unable to have enough of his sweetness, the taste of him so potent and intoxicating. he's courting someone that can still be grounded, and in it is a dangerous, forbidden thrill.
a hand curving over his thigh, moving upwards ever so slowly, he gently coaxes the other's legs around him. ] You can't tell this to anyone. This has to be our little secret. You understand, don't you?
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[ on a hum. he doesn't want to kiss anyone else. just graves, who he wants to kiss endlessly. he's pliant in his arms, almost fae-like for how light and lanky he is. he crosses his ankles behind graves' back, kissing him back fervently as his hands come to cup his jaw.
this is what he wants after all, isn't it? ] I know. [ he sounds a little affronted, a little petulant. ] I'm not a child, I know when subtlety is required.
[ not a child is almost comical. then, imperious: ] Kiss me again. [ he tips up for one, eyes half-lidded. ] Do you like kissing me? You seem to think someone inexperienced doesn't make for a nice time.
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there is passion in their kisses, and he enjoys just how petulant he is, how he asserts himself and tells him he's not a child. ] I like kissing you. I like feeling the way you learn. Can you tell?
[ he murmurs. ] You're picking little tricks up from me already. [ he's kissing him again, a different way this time, tongue pressing up gently against tongue, easing into his mouth to explore him, as skilled as he is fervent in his desire for him. this is credence, giving himself over to him, innocent and untouched, and graves will have all of him. ]
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[ this is almost teasing and he kisses him again, teeth grazing his lower lip while he urges tongue against tongue again, hands gripping at his shoulders instead now. when he pulls back this time he nuzzles against him, taking a slow breath. ] I want to keep you by my side always. Swear to me you'll never leave me.
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he knows what he wants. his little prince, all his life pampered and spoiled, given what he wants when he wants it, wants him. and graves, who has had more than his fair share of lovers and casual flings, is aware of just what he's asking him. ]
I'm your bodyguard. [ he murmurs, brushing credence's dark hair, tucking it behind his ear. he's indulgent, wondering if credence really knows what he's talking about, what he's asking from him. ] I'll be with you for as long as I'm needed.
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You're far more than that. [ it's soft, murmured against his mouth, before he settles against him and rests his head on his shoulder. ] You've never been only a bodyguard. That's important, but the rest is important too.
[ he sighs, pressing a kiss to his jaw just below his ear. ] If you wanted to go I would let you. As much as I care for you and want you, it's not worth anything if I'm so cruel as to try and keep you here when you don't want to. You can walk away if you like, whenever you like. I just hope you'll stay.
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he would give his life for his in a heartbeat, his loyalty all but assured -- credence is precious to him, clever and spirited and so full of life that he cannot help but be drawn to him, but credence, too, needs his freedom however he can get it. he nuzzles against him a hand coming to curve at the back of his neck to hold him in place as he registers those words. ]
You'll find someone new when you get older, you know. Someone closer to your age. What will you do, then?
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If I so much as look at someone else I don't deserve you. But really, no one could hope to compare.
[ a sigh before he continues: ] I can't trust anyone else. But more than that, you're the only person to treat me like a fellow person. To you I'm not a toy, a plaything, something inhuman and precious to watch over like an art piece in a museum. I'm a person to protect.
[ a kiss below his ear. ] You're it. There's not someone else.