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2/2.5 [Credence/Original!Graves] - when your button goes flying

[(Anonymous)]

here's the second part! thank you for reading :D this will probably be cleaned up and crossposted on ao3. if it is, I'll link at the end!

enjoy! this bit had to be split into 2 parts.

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The apartment was dark when they landed, but a whispered word from Graves’ lips had dim light filling the room. They’d landed in the hallway outside the bedroom, and Graves let go of Credence to position himself with his back to the wall. Credence watched him, waiting for a signal, heart hammering in his chest.

Graves looked at him, eyes warm behind his glasses. He looked softer with the glasses, and Credence reached up without thinking too much, stroking Graves’ cheek with his thumb.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” he commented softly, breath hitching when Graves’ hand curled against his hip, pulling him close. Credence stepped between his legs, hands resting against the firm muscle of Graves’ chest, fingers tracing the fabric gently.

“I don’t need them,” Graves said, humor lacing his words. “I wanted to look nice. For you,” he said, the words a little stunted. He was embarrassed, Credence could tell, judging by the way he was avoiding Credence’s gaze. His hands pressed tighter at Credence’s side, closing the space between them until Graves’ thighs were closed around Credence’s legs, holding them together.

“You wanted to look nice for me?” Credence asked, unable to hide some of his shock. No one had ever wanted to look nice for him before, and to think that Graves had done this all for him was remarkable. There hadn’t been one person tonight who hadn’t, however briefly, wanted to be the one on Graves’ arm.

“Of course,” Graves murmured, voice low. His hand drifted upwards, stroking lazy circles between Credence’s shoulder blades. “I asked Queenie to give us matching outfits too,” he said with a smirk, and Credence looked down hurriedly, the dim light of the hallway just letting him pick out the pattern of their waistcoats. It was identical, save for the color scheme, and a thrill passed through him.

Credence doubted than anyone had been looking at him much that night, especially with Graves and President Piquery commanding the attention of the hall, but if they had, they would have seen more than just matching waistcoats. They would have seen public acknowledgement of their relationship, and while neither of them made it a secret, Credence knew Graves was still received attention he didn’t want, despite making it clear he was disinterested and spoken for.

“I should have told you,” Graves says apologetically, not that Credence minded. Small surprises like that were nothing Credence would be upset over. He liked them. He’d never had nice surprises before, and he knew Graves wouldn’t do anything to harm him. “I wanted to show you off,” Graves said, and Credence pressed his fingertips into Grave’s chest, snorting lightly.

“That’s very kind of you to say,” he says, eyes tracing the dip of Graves’ upper lip.

“You gained many more admirers tonight,” Graves says, and Credence looks up at him sharply. It was a ridiculous thought, but Graves wasn’t joking.

“I wanted them to know you were mine,” Graves said gently, his words almost a plea. “Sometimes I see you, and I wonder what I’m doing. You…” Graves broke off, and Credence felt panic burst through him. His hands abandoned Graves’ chest, reaching up to cup his jaw, smoothing into his hair. He held Graves’ head, dragging up every inch of reserve he had in him to speak. Credence would never be a confident person, but for Graves he would always try his hardest.

“Don’t,” Credence said, his words almost a plea. “You’re everything to me.”

Graves’ lips twitched, and he looked down, drawing in a sharp breath. Credence’s fingers curled against the back of Graves’ head, and his heart jolted as Graves leant forward, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. His head settled against Credence’s, temple to temple, and Graves sighed.

“I worry I’ll lose you one day,” he said, and Credence felt the sharp sting of anger hit his belly. Graved pulled back, his glasses slightly askew, and shook his head just a touch, as if he sensed what Credence thought. Perhaps he did. Graves had always been able to read Credence no matter what.

“I don’t want to hold you back,” Graves explained, and Credence ducked his head. “Promise me you’ll never let me do that.”

Credence wanted to argue that he never could, that he would always be beside Graves until they day one of them died. He loved Graves with all of his heart, and he knew nothing could ever change that. But that wasn’t what Graves needed to hear right now. Credence knew such a day would never come, but Graves needed to know he’d never stand in Credence’s way.

“I promise,” Credence whispered, fingers pressing against the thin frames of Graves’ glasses, straightening them. “I promise, I promise, I promise,” he chanted, and Graves tilted his head back slightly, a smile curling his lips. There, Credence thought. That was much better.

Graves’ hand came up to rest behind Credence’s ear, and he pulled Credence in for a slow kiss. Credence bowed his neck, sucking in air as Graves’ lips pressed against his, and the fire he’d felt from seeing Graves at the gala rushed back in one swoop. They parted for a moment, Credence taking a shaky breath and eyes falling to Grave’s lips, before he moved forwards, hands toying with the buttons at the top of Grave’s waistcoat.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Graves said, voice low and husky. Credence licked his lips, eyes half-lidded as he met Grave’s gaze.

“I know,” he commented, far more casually than he would ever dare usually, “and I never want to stop doing those things.”

Graves smiled at that, teeth white and eyes bright as he tugged Credence along the hallway, slipping inside the bedroom door. Again he waved his hand, dim, warm light filling the room, but he didn’t pause in pulling Credence to the bed.

Graves was first down, on his back, and Credence half-fell on top of him. Graves laughed as Credence sprawled across the bed, one arm by Graves’ head and the other between them, and Credence couldn’t help but smile. He lay there for a moment, Graves running a hand over the nape of his neck silently, before he propped himself up, elbows either side of Grave’s chest.

“I think you should keep the clothes and the glasses on,” Credence said contemplatively, tilting his head to the warm palm that pressed against his cheek. He kissed Graves’ fingers as they brushed his lips, wanting to litter every inch of Graves’ body with his mouth. “You wanted to look good for me,” Credence risked, the words flowing from him with a little more shame than usual. Even after so long, he wasn’t used to asking for the things he wanted.

“Of course,” Graves murmured back instantly. He’d never denied Credence anything he wanted in the bedroom thus far, and anticipation flowed through Credence as Graves fingers caressed his bottom lip.

“Come here,” Graved ordered, and Credence shot up like a bullet, kissing Graves deeply. He opened his mouth, sighing, and Graves kissed him slowly, tongue curling and lips soft. He was making a silent promise in his kiss, one that brought the gooseflesh to the surface of Credence’s skin.

“You,” Graves said, pulling back enough just to get the word out,” are beautiful,” he continued, syllables peppered with small kisses, fire sparking with each word. Credence shifted, gasping as his hips ground down, feeling the hardness of Graves under his thigh.

“Yes,” Credence muttered, one hand shifting to the shirt Graves wore, smoothing over the crumpled lines of fabric until he met the zipper of Graves’ pants. He was hard, and Credence kissed Graves as he slid his cock out gently, shifting their position until his thighs were either side of it. Graves pushed himself up, reaching out for kisses, and Credence leant in eagerly, clenching his thighs just enough to catch Graves’ cock between his legs.

“Look at you,” Graves said, eyes half-lidded behind his glasses. He threw his head back as Credence ran the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock, and Credence followed him back, leaning over Graves, seeking out his kiss.

He moved slowly, catching Graves’ bottom lip first. Graves opened his mouth, and Credence’s teeth scraped against his lips. His tongue followed, slipping into Grave’s mouth, and he smiled as one of Graves’ hands moved to the back of his head, fingers curling around his hair and pulling ever so slightly. It sent waves of delight through Credence, and he pulled back, one hand resting against each of Graves’ cheeks.

He didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Graves tilted his head into Credence’s left hand, his hands against Credence’s hips. He kissed the fingertips closest to him, warm eyes gazing up at Credence. There was love and lust in his gaze, and Credence felt a flush spread over his cheeks.

“Turn around,” Graves ordered softly, and Credence obliged, fingers slipping over the buttons of his waistcoat.

There was a vulnerability he enjoyed when he was naked with Graves. Graves was always kind to him, even when Credence wanted him to be rough. He would always oblige, with a smile and a kiss, as if what Credence wanted was all he’d ever wished for, and he was always kind, even when Credence stuttered out his darkest fantasies. Graves would give Credence the world if he asked for it, Credence was sure. He hadn’t much to offer in return, but he could give Graves all of his love. Credence had never thought his love would amount to much when he was younger, but Graves treasured it, and so it had to be worth something wonderful.

Credence threw his clothes to the side, moving for the button on his pants. He frowned, trying to figure out the best way to remove his pants without leaving Graves, but he needn’t have bothered. Graves’ hand slid up his thigh, Credence shuddered at the touch, and his pants were vanished with the light press of Graves’ fingers and a whispered spell.

“I hope they don’t reappear in the garden like last time,” Credence said, biting the inside of his cheek as Graves traced small circles on the juncture of his hip and thigh. He couldn’t stop himself shifting, their cocks brushing together, and the contact seemed to snap Graves into action.

He manhandled Credence until he was turned around entirely, curled over Graves head-to-toe. His hand grasped at Grave’s cock, pressing it against the side of his face, and his mouth fell open as Graves continued his slow circles, fingertips inching towards the top of his thighs.

One hand shifted, pulling Credence closer, until his face was against Credence’s skin. There was a moment where Credence felt panic bloom in him (he was dirty, he didn’t deserve this kindness, someone like Graves didn’t deserve to be burdened with someone like Credence), but at the first sweep of Graves’ tongue, the panic dimmed, something stronger and more exciting taking its place.

Graves wouldn’t do this for just anyone, and while Credence was still overcoming his past, it was easier to accept the truth nowadays. Graves wanted him, and that was that.

Credence sighed, throwing his head back. Graves’ hand was steady at his hip, holding him in place for a moment, and then his mouth lowered once more, kisses against the back of Credence’s thighs, drawing a line back upwards.

With one hand clutching the sheets, Credence wet his lips, closing his eyes as his cock brushed the silk fabric of Graves’ shirt. His arm faltered, and he dipped forwards, Graves taking the opportunity to pull him flush to his face, thumb pressing against him as the flat of his tongue pressed between Credence’s cheeks. His breath faltered, and Credence ducked his head, nose brushing against Graves’ cock. He was rewarded by Graves curling his tongue, and Credence smiled, tilting his hips for better access.

Heat flowed through him, setting every nerve on fire as Graves spread him open. He could feel the pad of Graves’s thumb pressing into him too, his other arm holding Credence against him, keeping him steady, and while Credence could shift his hips slightly, his movement was limited. He could turn his attention to the neglected cock before him, however, and Credence curled his palm around the base, fingers stroking Graves’ balls as he sucked the tip.

Graves’ reaction was instantaneous. Credence felt the ripple flow through his body, culminating in his tongue leaving Credence’s hole and the thump of the mattress as Graves let his head fall back. Credence smiled, opening his mouth wider and taking the entire head of Graves’s cock down. His mouth filled with the musky taste of Graves, and Credence took as much into his mouth as he could, letting Graves make shallow thrusts, the head of his cock just scraping the back of his throat.

It was too much after a moment, and Credence pulled up, choking slightly. He wiped his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as Graves’ tongue returned to him, hands spreading him open. It was too good, and Credence wanted to repay the favor.

He was able to fit more of Graves’ cock in his mouth this time, and he moaned as his lips stretched wide. Credence pulled back with a groan as Graves slid two slick fingers in him, the quiet murmur of the lubricant spell whispered against his inner thigh.

“Oh Credence,” Graves whispered, voice reverent. And as much as Credence wanted to slide his lips around Graves’ cock, he needed to look at his face more. He turned, breath catching at Graves’ wet, red lips and his askew glasses, one half tilted across his forehead.