Graves licked his lips, and Credence jerked his head.
“I want you,” he said, eyes darting down to Graves’ hands. He looked back up, and Graves was on the move already, pushing Credence back and settling himself between his thighs. His clothes were soft against Credence’s skin, expensive fabric pressing against his cock, and he ran a hand across Graves’ chest, pulling at the waistcoat.
“You’re mine,” Credence said, his chest close to bursting with how much need and love he had inside of himself. “All mine.”
Graves nodded, catching Credence’s hand with his own and bringing it to his lips. He slipped a finger inside of his mouth, tongue curling against the digit as his other hand lowered. He didn’t even have to speak the lubricant charm this time, and Credence pulled his fingers free of Graves’ mouth in favor of pulling him down, catching his lips between his teeth as Graves entered him.
They moved slowly at first, Graves’ eyes seeking his, ready to stop at the tiniest notion that Credence was uncomfortable. He always cared so, so much. It hurt Credence to think anyone thought of Graves as anything but the wonderful man he was.
“I’m good,” Credence urged, shifting his hips back, pressing against Graves and taking him in deeply. “I’m good,” he assured, and Graves surged forwards with a grunt, catching Credence in a long kiss as he moved faster.
Graves’ mouth pressed to Credence’s neck, wet kisses trailing along his jugular. His arms strained as he moved, and Credence wrapped his arms tighter around Graves, breath hitching with every thrust. There was a sudden sound as Graves shifted forward, and Credence saw the tip of the waistcoat slip open, the top couple of buttons lost forever. He fought not to smile in satisfaction, and instead focused on the urging heat inside of him, pleasure curling tightly.
His head fell back, hands clutching at Graves shoulders, the fabric bunching at his touch. Graves moved upwards, towering above Credence, head tilted to the side as he caught one of Credence’s hands, threading their fingers as he moved. A soft smile crossed his lips, and then his brow furrowed, and Credence didn’t think he’d seen a more intricate expression on Graves’ face before.
“Graves,” he said hurriedly, and Grave’s eyes opened slowly, his hand squeezing Credence’s. He wanted to say more, but a moan escaped his throat instead, and Credence pulled Graves down, mouth seeking his.
“Please, please, please,” Credence said against his lips, eyes searching Grave’s face as they moved. He tightened his hold, wanting nothing more than to stay here with Graves for all of eternity. He kissed Grave’s cheek, and Graves huffed against his mouth, moaning into their next kiss and stiffening as he came.
They lay there for a moment, Graves rocking slowly against Credence as they kissed. It was sloppy, slow, and Credence sighed into it. And then Graves was gone, moving down until he had Credence’s legs over his shoulders and was burrowed between Credence’s cheeks.
“Ah,” Credence gasped, eyes rolling back as Graves teased him. One hand cupped his balls, the other spread him open, and Grave’s tongue traced its way upwards, cleaning Credence of his come.
He was delicate, alternating between kissing Credence’s skin, running his tongue over his cock, and pressing into Credence. It was so good, and Credence’s toes curled as Graves entered him with a noise of satisfaction. Credence looked down when he pulled back, and Graves had come marking his lower lips, eyes flickering up to meet Credence’s. It was too much to see Graves’s outfit ruined so thoroughly, marked with their lovemaking, smears on the glasses and wrinkles in the fabric.
Credence thought he looked a hundredfold better like this than in in any of his crisp suits.
He came with a gasp, Grave’s tongue up his ass and hand on his cock. His back arched, and Graves pressed kisses up against the base of his cock, come streaking through his hair. Any embarrassment Credence might have felt was overshadowed with pleasure and satisfaction. He heard Graves hum, tongue gently pressing against the head of Credence’s cock, and he jerked, knees drawing up then falling flat onto the bed.
There was the quick mumble of a cleaning charm, the tingle of it against Credence’s skin, and then Graves was kissing his hipbone, fingers kneading the muscle of Credence’s thigh. He was patient, content to carry on as Credence floated.
As Credence came back to himself, he looked down, attention shifting to watch Graves. He was watching Credence with the same intensity he had been before Credence came, glasses resting on the top of his head now, holding strands of hair back from his eyes. Credence sat up slightly, wrapping his legs around Grave’s shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” Graves said, hand reaching to curl against Credence’s jaw, thumb pressing against the corner of his mouth. Credence smiled, turning to kiss his knuckles.
Credence pulled Graves up from between his legs, fingers stroking the fabric of his waistcoat. It really was a pretty design, and he wondered how mad Queenie would be that they’d broken the buttons after one night. Credence didn’t care that much, though, and he let go of the fabric as Graves began unbuttoning it fully, sliding the waistcoat, then the shirt, and then the rest of his clothes off. They joined the heap of Credence’s clothes, creases and wrinkles be damned. There were plenty of good spells for that sort of thing.
As Graves stood to shuck his pants off, Credence took the opportunity to slide under the covers. He’d shower before he slept, but he wasn’t ready to lose Graves just yet. He wanted to be held by him, and Graves was quick to join him in bed, pulling Credence against his chest. The glasses were still on, resting on the bridge of his nose now, and Credence smiled. Perhaps he’d just stay here tonight and give the shower a miss. Graves had cleaned him up nicely, anyway.
“You’ve grown attached,” he said, shifting until he was rolled onto his stomach, resting entirely on Graves and looking at him. “Is this your way of secretly saying you do actually need glasses from now on?”
Graves gave a soft smile, taking the glasses off with one hand, removing the other from where it had been resting on Credence’s shoulder to slide the glasses on him. After he was done, his hand slid into Credence’s hair, stroking softly.
“It’s just clear glass,” Credence said, peering out of the lenses. There was a slight twinge of disappointment in him at the revelation, and he let out a sigh as Graves kissed his forehead.
“We’ll keep them around,” Graves promised, and Credence could hear the tiredness in his voice. He shifted until he was beside Graves, and Graves frowned at him.
“You didn’t have to move,” he said, and Credence pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. Graves mumbled something else, the words little more than a low murmur, and he rolled until he was curled around Credence, their limbs entangled.
“I want to show you off at work on Monday,” Graves said against Credence’s forehead.
“I’ll take over Queenie’s coffee round for your offices,” Credence promised, smiling as Graves squeezed his hand, linking their fingers. Credence pressed closer too, chest light and warm, the scent of sweat and musk filling his nostrils as his nose burrowed against Graves’ jaw.
“Perhaps Queenie can supply us with matching ties,” Graves said softly, and Credence could recognise the signs of sleep in his tone and from the way the strokes of his fingers against the back of Credence’s palm slowed.
“Sweet dreams,” Credence said, kissing the underside of Graves’ jaw as he closed his eyes, mumbling the spell to dim the lights.
Darkness settled around them, and Credence had never been happier.
2.5/2.5 [Credence/Original!Graves] - when your button goes flying
“I want you,” he said, eyes darting down to Graves’ hands. He looked back up, and Graves was on the move already, pushing Credence back and settling himself between his thighs. His clothes were soft against Credence’s skin, expensive fabric pressing against his cock, and he ran a hand across Graves’ chest, pulling at the waistcoat.
“You’re mine,” Credence said, his chest close to bursting with how much need and love he had inside of himself. “All mine.”
Graves nodded, catching Credence’s hand with his own and bringing it to his lips. He slipped a finger inside of his mouth, tongue curling against the digit as his other hand lowered. He didn’t even have to speak the lubricant charm this time, and Credence pulled his fingers free of Graves’ mouth in favor of pulling him down, catching his lips between his teeth as Graves entered him.
They moved slowly at first, Graves’ eyes seeking his, ready to stop at the tiniest notion that Credence was uncomfortable. He always cared so, so much. It hurt Credence to think anyone thought of Graves as anything but the wonderful man he was.
“I’m good,” Credence urged, shifting his hips back, pressing against Graves and taking him in deeply. “I’m good,” he assured, and Graves surged forwards with a grunt, catching Credence in a long kiss as he moved faster.
Graves’ mouth pressed to Credence’s neck, wet kisses trailing along his jugular. His arms strained as he moved, and Credence wrapped his arms tighter around Graves, breath hitching with every thrust. There was a sudden sound as Graves shifted forward, and Credence saw the tip of the waistcoat slip open, the top couple of buttons lost forever. He fought not to smile in satisfaction, and instead focused on the urging heat inside of him, pleasure curling tightly.
His head fell back, hands clutching at Graves shoulders, the fabric bunching at his touch. Graves moved upwards, towering above Credence, head tilted to the side as he caught one of Credence’s hands, threading their fingers as he moved. A soft smile crossed his lips, and then his brow furrowed, and Credence didn’t think he’d seen a more intricate expression on Graves’ face before.
“Graves,” he said hurriedly, and Grave’s eyes opened slowly, his hand squeezing Credence’s. He wanted to say more, but a moan escaped his throat instead, and Credence pulled Graves down, mouth seeking his.
“Please, please, please,” Credence said against his lips, eyes searching Grave’s face as they moved. He tightened his hold, wanting nothing more than to stay here with Graves for all of eternity. He kissed Grave’s cheek, and Graves huffed against his mouth, moaning into their next kiss and stiffening as he came.
They lay there for a moment, Graves rocking slowly against Credence as they kissed. It was sloppy, slow, and Credence sighed into it. And then Graves was gone, moving down until he had Credence’s legs over his shoulders and was burrowed between Credence’s cheeks.
“Ah,” Credence gasped, eyes rolling back as Graves teased him. One hand cupped his balls, the other spread him open, and Grave’s tongue traced its way upwards, cleaning Credence of his come.
He was delicate, alternating between kissing Credence’s skin, running his tongue over his cock, and pressing into Credence. It was so good, and Credence’s toes curled as Graves entered him with a noise of satisfaction. Credence looked down when he pulled back, and Graves had come marking his lower lips, eyes flickering up to meet Credence’s. It was too much to see Graves’s outfit ruined so thoroughly, marked with their lovemaking, smears on the glasses and wrinkles in the fabric.
Credence thought he looked a hundredfold better like this than in in any of his crisp suits.
He came with a gasp, Grave’s tongue up his ass and hand on his cock. His back arched, and Graves pressed kisses up against the base of his cock, come streaking through his hair. Any embarrassment Credence might have felt was overshadowed with pleasure and satisfaction. He heard Graves hum, tongue gently pressing against the head of Credence’s cock, and he jerked, knees drawing up then falling flat onto the bed.
There was the quick mumble of a cleaning charm, the tingle of it against Credence’s skin, and then Graves was kissing his hipbone, fingers kneading the muscle of Credence’s thigh. He was patient, content to carry on as Credence floated.
As Credence came back to himself, he looked down, attention shifting to watch Graves. He was watching Credence with the same intensity he had been before Credence came, glasses resting on the top of his head now, holding strands of hair back from his eyes. Credence sat up slightly, wrapping his legs around Grave’s shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” Graves said, hand reaching to curl against Credence’s jaw, thumb pressing against the corner of his mouth. Credence smiled, turning to kiss his knuckles.
Credence pulled Graves up from between his legs, fingers stroking the fabric of his waistcoat. It really was a pretty design, and he wondered how mad Queenie would be that they’d broken the buttons after one night. Credence didn’t care that much, though, and he let go of the fabric as Graves began unbuttoning it fully, sliding the waistcoat, then the shirt, and then the rest of his clothes off. They joined the heap of Credence’s clothes, creases and wrinkles be damned. There were plenty of good spells for that sort of thing.
As Graves stood to shuck his pants off, Credence took the opportunity to slide under the covers. He’d shower before he slept, but he wasn’t ready to lose Graves just yet. He wanted to be held by him, and Graves was quick to join him in bed, pulling Credence against his chest. The glasses were still on, resting on the bridge of his nose now, and Credence smiled. Perhaps he’d just stay here tonight and give the shower a miss. Graves had cleaned him up nicely, anyway.
“You’ve grown attached,” he said, shifting until he was rolled onto his stomach, resting entirely on Graves and looking at him. “Is this your way of secretly saying you do actually need glasses from now on?”
Graves gave a soft smile, taking the glasses off with one hand, removing the other from where it had been resting on Credence’s shoulder to slide the glasses on him. After he was done, his hand slid into Credence’s hair, stroking softly.
“It’s just clear glass,” Credence said, peering out of the lenses. There was a slight twinge of disappointment in him at the revelation, and he let out a sigh as Graves kissed his forehead.
“We’ll keep them around,” Graves promised, and Credence could hear the tiredness in his voice. He shifted until he was beside Graves, and Graves frowned at him.
“You didn’t have to move,” he said, and Credence pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. Graves mumbled something else, the words little more than a low murmur, and he rolled until he was curled around Credence, their limbs entangled.
“I want to show you off at work on Monday,” Graves said against Credence’s forehead.
“I’ll take over Queenie’s coffee round for your offices,” Credence promised, smiling as Graves squeezed his hand, linking their fingers. Credence pressed closer too, chest light and warm, the scent of sweat and musk filling his nostrils as his nose burrowed against Graves’ jaw.
“Perhaps Queenie can supply us with matching ties,” Graves said softly, and Credence could recognise the signs of sleep in his tone and from the way the strokes of his fingers against the back of Credence’s palm slowed.
“Sweet dreams,” Credence said, kissing the underside of Graves’ jaw as he closed his eyes, mumbling the spell to dim the lights.
Darkness settled around them, and Credence had never been happier.
*
the end