It was a bit unfair for Graves, to hear the latter say that kind of thing like it was an evidency. Love. A concept Twisted Fate had tried so hard to deny back in their days, by fear. But now he was the one confessing again and again, with his usual confidence.
But what could he say ? Graves specially wanted him to be as honest than possible and the bastard was exactly doing it. So a light fluster would follow.
Curious, to at last hear awaited words but it came several times, to the point of maybe shutting him up. No, he wouldn't do that. It took them already so long to find a sort of mutual understanding of their feelings, no need to put Twisted Fate down each time he said it back. So a sort of inner conflict but it wouldn't hurt Graves too much. Just cause some overthinking and frozen time when soft words were spoken.
Right now, he merely silenced the latter with the same kiss he initiated. Not too deep but enough to satisfy a small urge. Always good to come back to this. And since Twisted Fate was bent for that kiss, he pulled him lower till he was lying on top of him. Hands wandered a little, all in innocence, under fabric. To go up then, burried in the latter's hair, pulling enough to be noticed.
There it came, a small moan lost in the kiss. As they parted, Graves wasn't so happy for the lack of light, he wanted to see the exact expression of his partner. To be sure. He's needy.
Oh he was too but it was a rare relief to see one's desperation for this awaited reunion was shared. Always mortified for being found out craving but since it helped clear their relationship, it wasn't so bad. Now they knew and it lightened his conscience. Less resistances opposed.
As if it wasn't obvious, Twisted Fate rocked against him, communicating his own need. Even with the barrier of clothes, there was no mistake to be made about the hard cock pressed to his. Couldn't be more clear on his motivations.
It's alright. We can.
Since it was going to happen, Graves decided to move, taking off the latter's shirt. Hardly met any complaint, Twisted Fate just busy with making out till he couldn't breathe. One by one, clothes were thrown in the room without care. A matter for morning them. To see such need while taking off someone's trousers was indeed dsitracting, leaving Graves with thoughts running wild. How long since the last time ? Laying with someone else, taking pleasure from another warm body ? Too long. In a sort of sad pang of reality, he remembered how Twisted Fate was actually the last one he fucked. At the time it was so happy.
Maybe this time they could call it lovemaking. Mmmh maybe not yet. This word wasn't used so careless. It held a lot of meaning, importance. But he was ready to give it tonight. Despite his own doubts and possible fears. They both cared. And Twisted Fate seemed so genuine in his affection.
« Wait. » He had to, for this time. Already an idea of how he wanted to do this.
It was heard, the latter parting enough and waiting for more. Could feel that gaze despite the darkness, demanding like always in a fashion too breathtaking to refuse.
Graves fumbled a little, reaching out of bed though having his man on top of him made any extended move rather difficult. But he made it and light flooded the room.
It took them a little time to get used to it but he wanted to see Twisted Fate. After shielding himself from the sudden burst of light, he settled back on his partner.
I was right. The gaze directed to him sure was hot, still struggling a little to focus but it was clear Twisted Fate wanted him. Right now. If that wasn't clear with how his hands lingered on Graves's hairy chest, lingering on flesh with that typical restlessness of lust.
Followed how that tongue appeared a short time, licking his lips before Twisted Fate spoke : « So, lights on ? Wanted to see me more than you already do in a day ? »
That man was aware he was handsome and enjoyed being reminded. Sighing innerly, Graves could just nod. He liked seeing his partner losing it during sex. It never changed and it struck him how despite the decade, this reflex came back. To enjoy the sight. Compared to all these nights surrounded by darkness. And after the Locker, how he could appreciate to see again.
So little to say except admitting Twisted Fate was still gorgeous : « Yeah. I like to see you. Always. »
In an older time the latter would have lightly brushed this off, trying not to show how touching it was but now he smirked instead, like the fucker he was. It softened quickly after, for the mood couldn't hide feelings too long.
« When you're done staring, would you be so kind to get moving ? » Always trying to be a smart ass, but this remained an ask for more, as implicit as it was.
« Hush. » Spoken low, but he got the message anyway. « Fine, lie down. »
« Please ? »
Oh he really was getting on his nerve. At least Twisted Fate did as he asked and swapped their positions.
« If you really wanna play, I can leave you here and do nothing till you ask politely. Your choice. »
Now Graves had a good sight on the latter, hands running down his side with some relief. Despite how Twisted Fate could be annoying, it couldn't damage the mood under.
« Hey, I lied down. What else do you want ? Shall I stay quiet ? » Sounded like he was upset but in fact he was smiling so no hurt here.
« That would be a good idea for once. » So easy to fall back in their bickering but he had to remind himself this wasn't useful at the moment. « But don't. It's fine. »
In a strange paradox, Twisted Fate turned quiet after that one. Since he was right under Graves, he missed nothing of that gentle shift in expression. In the end, they always came back to a sort of intimate mood. As to acknowledge it, the latter reached for Graves, urging him closer to possibly resume their activities.
A request for a kiss, accepted at once. If that's all it takes to shut him up... Twisted Fate seemed a little restless again, trying to keep him into the embrace or at least to have his hands on him. The need speaking.
Naked as they were, there was no barrier between them and this was taken advantage of, grinding against each other.
There was a reason he wanted to be on top, at least for now. Graves parted even as both craved contact, laying a gaze all over his partner. An old urge. So he gave into it, now that Twisted Fate was right where he wanted him.
Attention focused on his body, what he missed after all this time. A sort of protective urge to check on anything Twisted Fate had to endure, despite seeing very well he was healthy. Scars. First instinct was to see the one on his left shoulder. Indeed, he believed the latter when he said having been injured during the heist. But to know it was real, it hurt a little. Heist weren't supposed to go wrong but risk was present.
As Twisted Fate said, it wasn't a clean one, far from it. A bit butchered. At least it scarred. Graves lingered around it, with some effort to remain careful. Then moved on, gaze trailing over skin, to sometimes stop on a few scars. His partner didn't have a lot, compared to him, it was in their different methods. So each wound and nicks counted when he found some on Twisted Fate. Fails, for a man so quick to disappear. Life was rough sometimes.
This sort of pause was noticed by the man, still trying to get some friction out of their situation but he seemed to realize Graves wasn't much focused on that. No words yet but sure to complain soon if he didn't went on their need.
It must have felt a bit curious to have someone paying attention from so close yet not for relief. The mood stayed too, strange but not uncomfortable.
Once he had his share, Graves stopped this and took this in a whole new direction as he stroked the latter's cock. Sure it was a bit sudden compared to the slow worship before. As reward, a moan escaped Twisted Fate, since he didn't see that coming.
A clue on the change requested.
« Oh fuck... » Breathy and glad in a way.
Any reactions from Twisted Fate were good, so he put a sort of pace, not too fast. Too long since last time but everything came back when it came to this topic. Feel, how the latter jerked into his grasp, how he wasn't ashamed of seeking his own pleasure. Graves never minded, they would both be satisfied at the end.
Nothing changed, always the same man under him, holding a little too tight as soft noises were let out. With some questions too, for himself. About how he could still feel that urge to please, how it seemed as fresh to lay with Twisted Fate. Time couldn't eraze everything.
Enough to feel need burning in his veins again. Clouding his mind, heavy. Like the scent he could catch if paying attention. This was what he missed.
While keeping up his attention on the latter, Graves went lower, where they wanted. Almost took his breath to actually feel how much arousal could do on Twisted Fate. Already so slick, as he pressed against his rim to be noticed.
Immediate reaction, the latter looked at him with increasing desperation. Not even trying to voice it but it was so obvious, like struggling to at least control it. He will break soon. Graves would be right there to watch it happen.
« It's fine ? » Just to be sure. That was all they asked, to make one step after the other. He couldn't ignore how his own voice sounded raw with need.
Fast nod, a hand moving to hold his arm tightly, chest heaving : « Yes yes, please... »
The shift from a Twisted Fate sassy as ever to a more needy state was something he could have forgotten. But be damned, it was entertaining and truly moving to be responsible for this. Graves wouldn't make him beg in these vulnerable instants, it would be despicable. Not the right mood.
So he pressed a finger inside, relishing the tight warmth as much than the broken keen that followed.
Distracting. But Graves wouldn't make them wait for too long. Given how his partner rocked back against his hand the best he could, this was a sign to do more. A second finger then the stretch seemed to have an effect. Clinging to him, Twisted Fate could hardly stay quiet longer. A slave to any shift and push inside, delightful touch as Graves found again what exactly made him squirm on the mattress. Here. This time, a name was shouted, as the same time than a good old jolt up his spine.
Still tried to be patient, not to hurt him but Twisted Fate looked like he couldn't last too long. Would have to be fast. After stretching him good, Graves allowed himself some short relief, before spreading his partner.
The signal was clear, even in this state, as the latter let him closer. Lifted Twisted Fate's hips, to make it easier then he nudged his rim. No reason to wait except for resisting a little, Graves pushed inside. Not too fast, he prefered to take his time for something he thought he'd never have again. But Twisted Fate wanted and pulled him to speed up. Sheathed inside, light headed with the old sensations of someone truly clinging to him, with everything he had.
Contact was too important. Graves followed the latter and returned the embrace, completely pressed to him. No space between them. Urgent hands changing hold every few seconds, as afraid it wouldn't be enough. Open kiss pressed to his lips, clumsy for the intimate touch but returned as he could. There was such a distant feeling right then, looking at Twisted Fate like a long gone soul. But he was right there, trying to get used to the stretch.
All this brought him to him, to this. A bit useless to have some thoughts in such urgent context but Graves was hit by feelings again. It wasn't wrong. It didn't feel like this. Just a far too long pause between them, that didn't even manage to break everything. Now they were one again.
Instinct kicked in and Graves had to move into this long spiral of longing. Pleasure mixed with feelings made everything more difficult to understand but also better. Every single move meant something. In his arms, Twisted Fate was at the limit of letting go, hugged and rocked. Constant pull on each other. It would be just this. Graves thrusting in, his man clinging to the last second like he would drown without him. Steady pace, rolling waves of pleasure. This wasn't truly gentle but for them it was so close, not a word but low noises instead. Because there was no need for words.
Far from the crude fucking of some days. It wasn't so soft but rather the comfort of finding one another.
Like anything in this world, it had to come to an end. Edge so close, as Twisted Fate was literaly snuggled to him, face hidden as he could just fight for his breath. Graves maybe would rather he saw him in this rare instant but not mad at him. At least it seemed good for both. The latter shook in his arms, a sob breaking free and nothing else to announce his climax. Oh, difficult to miss since he grasped at him so hard, at the limit of pain. But Graves had to go with it, breath punched out at the sudden tightness. Like even after all these years that man always got him on the end. He came, a surprised moan slipping when the knot took. A cry from the latter, muffled against skin as he tried to stop trembling in the afterglow.
More than usual, they stayed in this same position. Sweaty, utterly exhausted and a start of this typical ache after intense activities. Graves didn't dare to move from this, even if that wasn't the most comfortable since he tensed not to crush the latter under him. Not a noise anymore from Twisted Fate but hands changed place at last, going instead to lace around Graves's shoulders.
It would be better for now to rest a little, so Graves shifted their position on their side so he could at last lie down and relax. In this move, some short distance was put and he could feel the wet mess between them. Sigh for this but it would wait morning.
Still pretty silent, Twisted Fate followed the move and returned to cuddle as soon as he could.
Now that they were settled for the night, Graves took the freedom to have the latter look up, small gesture to check on him. And Twisted Fate let him do, merely gazing back. Soft, maybe too much if that was possible. Only in such a setting he would allow to show that much.
« You alright ? » Yet to get used again to this private side of the latter.
« Fine, fine... » Hazy, even in tone. But a smile could be heard : « Ya know, I remembered you were a good fuck but damn it was even better than that. »
That was some compliment, precious thing when it came from Twisted Fate. He wouldn't forget it and maybe remind it later.
« Eh ? Couldn't find better out there ? » This was a topic to laugh of, quite sure the later would have had to seek new people for his needs. In a way, it was nice to hear he was missed.
« Mock all you want, it's true. I lost a lot after that heist. » Same light tone then it turned more neutral, almost hinted to sadness : « Not just my partner, my man... My love, I guess. »
Such a drastic change of mood, it left Graves speechless for a time. By now, the latter had returned to his place, nuzzling his collarbone. Not possible to see him.
There was no words to fully explain how he felt. Never been so good with words. So instead, Graves held him tightly, hand burried in his hair.
Funny, wasn't it ? This time he was the one struggling even so slightly to say it back. It consumed him, kept him alive and followed him everywhere. Love. It would have to wait a little before he could say it. Oh but saying lovemaking wasn't such a matter, suddenly ? It was so complex.
All that mattered was to hold him right there after the light was off, wait a little till Twisted Fate found sleep. Hope they would be alright.
It couldn't be an error. It felt too right for this.