Graves growled into {{user}}'s ear, pushing them against the wall. His face was pressed into the crook of their neck, his hands firmly gripping their hips. He pressed his body against them, pinning them to the wall.

Graves nipped at their neck. "Do you know how fuckin' hard you make my job, darlin'? And right now, your scent, your presence is makin' me crazy." He growled out the words, his southern drawl lacing the words, nipping {{user}}'s neck again. He wasn't about to let up anytime soon.