[Credence presses his mouth to the corner of Graves', now that he has permission, fingers feather-light against his cheeks, jaw. He stills, eyes wide as he leans back to process the dirty, filthy things spilling from his King's beautiful lips.]
Yeah? [He huffs out shakily, pressing another kiss, and another.] I mean, yes. I want all of that.
[A quiet whine echoes through the room, causing his face to flush and body to warm from head to toe - that was him, he made that sound. He hears the command, feels the lazy smile against his own, but he doesn't actually want to move off Percival's lap to get undressed. Frowning, almost pouting, he slides off his lap to hastily remove his clothes.]
Do you think anyone will come in, sir?
[When he's naked, any insecurities are washed out by the fear of someone seeing them together like this. He balances his palms on Graves' knees, leaning in but not climbing back up yet.]
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Yeah? [He huffs out shakily, pressing another kiss, and another.] I mean, yes. I want all of that.
[A quiet whine echoes through the room, causing his face to flush and body to warm from head to toe - that was him, he made that sound. He hears the command, feels the lazy smile against his own, but he doesn't actually want to move off Percival's lap to get undressed. Frowning, almost pouting, he slides off his lap to hastily remove his clothes.]
Do you think anyone will come in, sir?
[When he's naked, any insecurities are washed out by the fear of someone seeing them together like this. He balances his palms on Graves' knees, leaning in but not climbing back up yet.]