[Credence doesn't know how to answer. If he admits that it's his mother's voice he hears, her words that make him fear what tonight could be, he doesn't know if he can bear the shame of what he'll surely see in his husband's eyes. Disgust, then. He'll finally understand that Credence is malleable and weak, inexperienced, not something to be treasured or delighted in, but a creature to hide away unless it's necessary to bring him out. A bauble but only in title and circumstance. He's nothing, less than, and nobody could ever convince him otherwise.
But just as he's convinced of the awful being he is - the king is everything he's not. If he's half-hard under Credence's fingers, if he's gentle and wants to show him what this could be like between them, Credence is selfish enough to take it all. He's struggling to accept his mother's lies, but he knows that his king is telling him the truth. His jaw tingles where teeth and lips brush across it, the words make him shiver, small sounds slipping out as his legs are nudged apart.
He squeezes his fingers, eyes widening at how hard he is.. because of Credence?]
Do you want me?
[He moves his hand, just a little. Not out of confidence or to insight a reaction, but out of curiosity and astonishment. Credence's other hand shakes as it slides from Graves' chest to his shoulder. His legs move, thighs pressing in, and he groans at the feel of the older man's legs caught between his own. Credence has always been tactile but has never had the opportunity to show it to anyone else until now.]
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But just as he's convinced of the awful being he is - the king is everything he's not. If he's half-hard under Credence's fingers, if he's gentle and wants to show him what this could be like between them, Credence is selfish enough to take it all. He's struggling to accept his mother's lies, but he knows that his king is telling him the truth. His jaw tingles where teeth and lips brush across it, the words make him shiver, small sounds slipping out as his legs are nudged apart.
He squeezes his fingers, eyes widening at how hard he is.. because of Credence?]
Do you want me?
[He moves his hand, just a little. Not out of confidence or to insight a reaction, but out of curiosity and astonishment. Credence's other hand shakes as it slides from Graves' chest to his shoulder. His legs move, thighs pressing in, and he groans at the feel of the older man's legs caught between his own. Credence has always been tactile but has never had the opportunity to show it to anyone else until now.]
I want you to do all of those things. Please.