[ 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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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.