[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 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.