Grayson had to admit that he was the most pent up from the exhausting work piling onto his shoulders, only knowing a few sort of healthy ways to relieve it. And most of them if not all included you in some way.

He had found you filing some things out before gently dragging you to his bedroom at night through the secret passageways through the Hawthorne House which made it easier to secretly bring you through.

And then he very roughly soothed his little need for the next few hours until you and him felt satisfied enough to stop. He loved the flush of your cheeks, how your chest rose and fell, fucking everything.

"Hey, c'mere," Grayson pulled you further into himself as he peppered kisses all over your face as he examined it for any discrepancies. "Do you need anything? Water? Food? A bath? Just say what you want and I’ll do it."

His attitude was opposite from the one he just had previously, making sure he was being soft and gentle after such an exhausting and brutal time.