[ This entire experience, from the start of it up until the very moments they find themselves stealing away on days like this, has been quite a novel one. It had ups, downs, and in-betweens, punctuated by their fumbling to find what they amounted to in this world they were building, and what they were as they grew together. It's true that Percival's work sometimes still causes points of contention between them, but so does Newt's for the other man.
His distrust of Piquery is hardly something that will be easily quelled. It may never fully go away. His trust of Graves overcomes it, and he knows that together they can come up against whatever may yet come their way.
Newt tries not to work too long, but it's easy for him to get caught up in caring for the creatures. To lose hours upon hours inside of his case, and only come back to the world outside of it at hearing his name called out. In this case it is a whisper that brings his attention from a new enclosure he's working on, both magically and on paper. His wand is caught between his teeth, and a sketchbook is balanced on his knee, fingertips covered in lead smudges. There's even a smudge or two on his chin from thought or on his forehead where he'd brushed his curls out of his eyes.
The whisper keeps his attention from being brought back to the pad of paper in his lap, and he shifts, only then realizing how late it has become, He finds a place for it on his work table. littered among the other bits and bobs he has there. He takes his wand out of his mouth, putting it away at his belt for the time being, and begins to tidy up so that he can leave for the night. The creatures will be all right until the morning, when he usually checks on them, but right now he's needed elsewhere by Credence. ]
[Credence lets his eyes fall shut, battling back any remaining nerves as Percival's hand slips down his chest and belly. He shifts his leg when guided, rolling onto his side so they're pressed together, his face is flushed and tension building even though they've just started. The older man's words make him shiver, hips bucking into the warmth now circling his cock.]
[While Credence had no preferences when it came to who did what to him when they were all three together, the thing that he really enjoyed was being worked open. A couple of fingers pressed up inside him, filling him up. He remembers the first time, the sounds he'd made - how embarrassed he'd been, how relieved he was when both his partners had found pleasure in breaking him apart so quickly. Learning that sex wasn't linear, that he could like as many things as he wanted - that the only limits were what they set for themselves, was everything he'd ever needed.
He stretches a hand out, towards the case, as his head falls back to expose his throat to Graves' mouth. It's a question, and a plea. He wants everything Percival is going to give him and he wants Newt there, too.]
[ Credence asks and Graves is more than happy to give. He can hear the rustling just beyond the case cover, knowing that Newt's obviously heard their young lover's call, a gentle summon and reminder that work is over, and their beloved seeks their shared attention. Graves has come to look forward to moments like these, when he can set aside work for a blessed hour or two and to accord Credence what he sweetly searches for.
They continue to let Credence discover what he loves, what he wants, broadening his horizons and showing him more, offering different pleasures, experiences, and he presses hungry kisses to Credence's throat, leaving a lovebite blossoming on pale skin. He's letting go of Credence's cock, reaching for the small tin of lubricant he leaves on the nightstand, smearing a generous amount on his fingers before he slips them between his cheeks, pressing lightly against his entrance. He pushes the first in, gentle but firm, knowing that this will probably be the first thing their lover will see when he comes up out of his case: Graves working Credence open for Newt, getting him ready to be thoroughly, wonderfully fucked.
There are scant nights when Credence doesn't come away with both Newt's and Graves' come inside him, spilled on his thighs, and Graves intends to hold up the pattern. ] He's coming to you. [ He murmurs against his skin. ] To us.
[As much as Credence wants them both here, his level of experience won't allow him to focus on two different things for very long. When they're all in bed together, he relies on both men to help remind him of what he's supposed to be doing, but when it's just him and either Percival or Newt, his body takes over and his mind floats away.
His hand drops to the Graves' side, head tipping back so the older man can kiss up and down his throat. The kisses that hurt a little, the ones that leave a mark, those are Credence's favorite - either wizard could heal them, but he never lets him. He likes to see them, feel them warm and sensitive under his fingertips for a few days after. Sometimes, he'll crawl into Percival's lap while he's reading or working, press up close and get him to kiss and bite at the same spot. It hurts. It feels good and Credence might not always understand that, but he always wants more of it.]
Ah-h.
[Credence pushes a leg up, splays it out to relieve some of the pressure. Graves always knows exactly how much he can take, how fast to go, when to push him and when to ease off. He shoves his fingers into Graves' hair, curls them, and pulls him down to press their lips together, whining into his mouth.]
[ It's amazing, he's found, the way they've both garnered his attention in ways that few others have ever been able to do. That they've earned the right to call for him whenever they might please or have need of him. He had never considered such a thing before, it had never come up.
He can imagine, from their previous couplings between the three of them, what is happening in the world outside of his case. In the bedroom in particular. What Graves is doing and how Credence is reacting and it sends a shudder of pleasure through him to think of it.
Indeed, as he makes his way out of the case, he has to pull in a steadying breath at the sight before him. The two of them in bed together, Credence being worked open steadily, the sounds that leave the younger man, and the way he grips at Percival's hair before dragging him in practically mewl into his mouth. He watches a moment, taking in the sight of them at first. ]
[ There he is, his other lover who's come out to play with them. Graves loves them both in equal measure, enjoying them as they are -- and even though he absolutely delights in Credence's sweet mewls and demanding tugs, Newt's soft words still thrill and delight, and Graves' eyes are dark and wickedly predatory before he looks up and over Credence's shoulder, careful to keep his cheeks spread so Newt can see very, very clearly just what is waiting for him.
He's just gotten their boy relaxed and ready, and Graves lays sultry kisses on Credence's shoulder, fingerfucking him with a thoroughly lazy grace, intent on having Credence feel every inch of his two slick fingers, knowing Newt would still stretch him a little more anyway. ]
And so are you. [ He murmurs, meeting his eyes before he says quietly to Credence. ] Are you ready for Newt, Credence? I'm getting you all nice and ready for him.
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His distrust of Piquery is hardly something that will be easily quelled. It may never fully go away. His trust of Graves overcomes it, and he knows that together they can come up against whatever may yet come their way.
Newt tries not to work too long, but it's easy for him to get caught up in caring for the creatures. To lose hours upon hours inside of his case, and only come back to the world outside of it at hearing his name called out. In this case it is a whisper that brings his attention from a new enclosure he's working on, both magically and on paper. His wand is caught between his teeth, and a sketchbook is balanced on his knee, fingertips covered in lead smudges. There's even a smudge or two on his chin from thought or on his forehead where he'd brushed his curls out of his eyes.
The whisper keeps his attention from being brought back to the pad of paper in his lap, and he shifts, only then realizing how late it has become, He finds a place for it on his work table. littered among the other bits and bobs he has there. He takes his wand out of his mouth, putting it away at his belt for the time being, and begins to tidy up so that he can leave for the night. The creatures will be all right until the morning, when he usually checks on them, but right now he's needed elsewhere by Credence. ]
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Newt. [His eyes flick open, fingertips digging into Percival's shoulders.] Yes.
[While Credence had no preferences when it came to who did what to him when they were all three together, the thing that he really enjoyed was being worked open. A couple of fingers pressed up inside him, filling him up. He remembers the first time, the sounds he'd made - how embarrassed he'd been, how relieved he was when both his partners had found pleasure in breaking him apart so quickly. Learning that sex wasn't linear, that he could like as many things as he wanted - that the only limits were what they set for themselves, was everything he'd ever needed.
He stretches a hand out, towards the case, as his head falls back to expose his throat to Graves' mouth. It's a question, and a plea. He wants everything Percival is going to give him and he wants Newt there, too.]
Please.
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They continue to let Credence discover what he loves, what he wants, broadening his horizons and showing him more, offering different pleasures, experiences, and he presses hungry kisses to Credence's throat, leaving a lovebite blossoming on pale skin. He's letting go of Credence's cock, reaching for the small tin of lubricant he leaves on the nightstand, smearing a generous amount on his fingers before he slips them between his cheeks, pressing lightly against his entrance. He pushes the first in, gentle but firm, knowing that this will probably be the first thing their lover will see when he comes up out of his case: Graves working Credence open for Newt, getting him ready to be thoroughly, wonderfully fucked.
There are scant nights when Credence doesn't come away with both Newt's and Graves' come inside him, spilled on his thighs, and Graves intends to hold up the pattern. ] He's coming to you. [ He murmurs against his skin. ] To us.
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His hand drops to the Graves' side, head tipping back so the older man can kiss up and down his throat. The kisses that hurt a little, the ones that leave a mark, those are Credence's favorite - either wizard could heal them, but he never lets him. He likes to see them, feel them warm and sensitive under his fingertips for a few days after. Sometimes, he'll crawl into Percival's lap while he's reading or working, press up close and get him to kiss and bite at the same spot. It hurts. It feels good and Credence might not always understand that, but he always wants more of it.]
Ah-h.
[Credence pushes a leg up, splays it out to relieve some of the pressure. Graves always knows exactly how much he can take, how fast to go, when to push him and when to ease off. He shoves his fingers into Graves' hair, curls them, and pulls him down to press their lips together, whining into his mouth.]
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He can imagine, from their previous couplings between the three of them, what is happening in the world outside of his case. In the bedroom in particular. What Graves is doing and how Credence is reacting and it sends a shudder of pleasure through him to think of it.
Indeed, as he makes his way out of the case, he has to pull in a steadying breath at the sight before him. The two of them in bed together, Credence being worked open steadily, the sounds that leave the younger man, and the way he grips at Percival's hair before dragging him in practically mewl into his mouth. He watches a moment, taking in the sight of them at first. ]
The two of you are ---beautiful.
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He's just gotten their boy relaxed and ready, and Graves lays sultry kisses on Credence's shoulder, fingerfucking him with a thoroughly lazy grace, intent on having Credence feel every inch of his two slick fingers, knowing Newt would still stretch him a little more anyway. ]
And so are you. [ He murmurs, meeting his eyes before he says quietly to Credence. ] Are you ready for Newt, Credence? I'm getting you all nice and ready for him.