[Credence doesn't move, not as Graves gets closer, not when fingers brush across his knee.
His whole body shakes at the touch, a strange and previously un-felt desire to lean into those fingers washing over him. He flushes at the attention, at being spoken to so clearly, so directly as if it's the first time anyone has paid him that kind of care - he thinks this might actually be the first time. There's a moment where he considers that his Ma lied to him, she's done it before, and of course she'd be dishonest to insure that Credence would be on his best behavior, but..
Then the King is saying those words, telling him to sit up.]
No.
[The word slips out and he bristles, tension rippling through his body visibly. The King has to share his bed, has to consummate their union. He might hate the life he lives here, his husband might be a horrible and cruel man, but he doesn't want to go home, he can't. It's not an option. His Ma would punish him to the point he'd seek permanent release. This is his life now and he's messing it up.
He's breathing heavily, panting. His legs shift, sprawl open even farther, far enough to bump into his husband's thigh.]
It has to be tonight, you understand. Please. They'll all know if we don't.
[He swallows, hikes his gown up a little more. Credence licks his lower lip, reaches out to grip his wrist. He doesn't pull him closer, doesn't demand anything. He can be a good husband, submissive and attentive. Quiet or vocal. Whatever the King asks of him, he'll give it.]
I'm just nervous. I want to be here. I don't want to be anywhere else. I beg you.
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His whole body shakes at the touch, a strange and previously un-felt desire to lean into those fingers washing over him. He flushes at the attention, at being spoken to so clearly, so directly as if it's the first time anyone has paid him that kind of care - he thinks this might actually be the first time. There's a moment where he considers that his Ma lied to him, she's done it before, and of course she'd be dishonest to insure that Credence would be on his best behavior, but..
Then the King is saying those words, telling him to sit up.]
No.
[The word slips out and he bristles, tension rippling through his body visibly. The King has to share his bed, has to consummate their union. He might hate the life he lives here, his husband might be a horrible and cruel man, but he doesn't want to go home, he can't. It's not an option. His Ma would punish him to the point he'd seek permanent release. This is his life now and he's messing it up.
He's breathing heavily, panting. His legs shift, sprawl open even farther, far enough to bump into his husband's thigh.]
It has to be tonight, you understand. Please. They'll all know if we don't.
[He swallows, hikes his gown up a little more. Credence licks his lower lip, reaches out to grip his wrist. He doesn't pull him closer, doesn't demand anything. He can be a good husband, submissive and attentive. Quiet or vocal. Whatever the King asks of him, he'll give it.]
I'm just nervous. I want to be here. I don't want to be anywhere else. I beg you.