Graves listens, in no hurry to interrupt when Credence lays out his thoughts, allows himself to speak freely instead of censoring himself, and when he finishes Graves only reaches for him anew, his hand closing around Credence's wrist. He has been caught up in work the entire day, and his new husband has been feeling neglected -- this is a unique feeling; Graves doesn't usually care if his flavor of the month is endeared to what he does, although this is different, isn't it?
This is more than just a short-lived fling, someone who isn't just here for the crown's sake. While Graves might not be naive to believe that this is love, he knows there's still something special, something unique that's been seeded, and what it grows into he will only find out later.
He presses the back of Credence's hand to his lips, giving it a kiss as he observes how those beautifully pale cheeks flush, exquisite in his shyness. Graves had taught him quite a few things last night, but there is more to be done still, more of his innocence to claim as his own.
It's intoxicating, the purity of his innocence, and Graves takes pride in being the first ,the only to bring him pleasure, to make his toes curl and to draw out his little mewls, and he feels something in his chest twinge. ]
Come here. [ He says at length, because there is much to make up for, and he sets his paperwork aside. ] Sit in my lap.
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Graves listens, in no hurry to interrupt when Credence lays out his thoughts, allows himself to speak freely instead of censoring himself, and when he finishes Graves only reaches for him anew, his hand closing around Credence's wrist. He has been caught up in work the entire day, and his new husband has been feeling neglected -- this is a unique feeling; Graves doesn't usually care if his flavor of the month is endeared to what he does, although this is different, isn't it?
This is more than just a short-lived fling, someone who isn't just here for the crown's sake. While Graves might not be naive to believe that this is love, he knows there's still something special, something unique that's been seeded, and what it grows into he will only find out later.
He presses the back of Credence's hand to his lips, giving it a kiss as he observes how those beautifully pale cheeks flush, exquisite in his shyness. Graves had taught him quite a few things last night, but there is more to be done still, more of his innocence to claim as his own.
It's intoxicating, the purity of his innocence, and Graves takes pride in being the first ,the only to bring him pleasure, to make his toes curl and to draw out his little mewls, and he feels something in his chest twinge. ]
Come here. [ He says at length, because there is much to make up for, and he sets his paperwork aside. ] Sit in my lap.