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newt "just a smidge" scamander ([personal profile] maternis) wrote2017-02-19 09:25 pm
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How to Care for Your Obscurial:
A Step by Step Guide by Newt Scamander and Percival Graves.

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[personal profile] mund 2017-02-27 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Credence has been asleep, he notes, and it's impressive when his boy uncurls and wraps around him like the world's most affectionate limpet. They've made plenty of progress with Credence, he and Newt both -- to be honest, they've probably progressed together, what with Newt gradually opening up as well, but Credence, the centre of it all, shows the most change.

They protect him the best they can, their Obscurial, and he smiles when he senses Credence tipping his head up. It's the easiest thing in the world to do to lose himself in his boy's embrace, to untether himself from the rigors of the day and settle in for the night. Newt will come along soon, he thinks; of late, the man doesn't tend to stray too long from the both of them.

Credence is learning to make requests, to ask things of both of them without fear of punishment or reprisal, and it's something Graves carefully cultivates, correcting when it's out of line. He wraps his arms around him with a quiet sigh, pressing a soft, lazy kiss against his mouth. ]


I'm here now. [ He murmurs between slow, searching kisses, light fingers coming up to trace soothing patterns over his spine. ] Did I wake you?
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[personal profile] proscribed 2017-02-28 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's as if Percival knows exactly what he wants, even when he isn't quite aware of those needs himself.

He kisses him and Credence knows that this is what happiness tastes like, the press of his Graves' lips against his own, and Newt's warm body curled up against his back, hands running up and down his sides. Maybe he'll be finished working soon and Credence can ask them both to stay with him tonight.]


I tried to stay awake.

[Credence still found himself exhausted, quicker than he'd like, and it was usually abrupt. He didn't fight it. He was safe here and could sleep as long as he needed.]

I don't mind. I'm glad you're home. [He wiggles closer, scooting himself even further on top of the older man.] Aren't you happy to see me?

[He drops his voice a little lower, trying to sound pouty without going too far. Credence was still experimenting with expressing his desires, and figuring out who he really was without the constraints of his former life, and neither wizard ever judged him for it.]
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[personal profile] mund 2017-03-01 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Credence is up and about at an admirable speed, and Graves is more than happy to indulge, coaxing the young man above him with an approving hum, a hand curling over the back of his neck. He can practically hear the pout in his voice, threaded in sleep fogged words. It's endearing, how Credence is exploring with himself, pushing boundaries and accessing what has been long denied him. Graves and Newt -- well, they're more than happy to provide him with a safe space to do it. ]

Let me show you how happy I am to see you. [ His words are a low purr, almost a rumble. It's not nearly complete without Newt here, but he knows Credence will call for him when their errant magizoologist's absence becomes too much to bear.

His fingers come to deftly undo the trappings on the other's pajamas, his lips finding an expanse of skin, a gleam of pearl-white -- Credence doesn't get enough sun. Soft kisses are pressed against his collarbone, his free hand sliding inside his pajamas to smooth over his chest, thumbing over a nipple. Newt should come and sample this, their boy eager and ready and sweetly pining for attention, and he murmurs, tracking heated kisses down to his chest, pushing the fabric further apart the lower he goes.

It's been a long day, and Credence is ripe for the taking. ]


Undress for me.
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[personal profile] proscribed 2017-03-08 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Credence's eyes widen, pleasure tumbling through him, settling low in his stomach and making him ache, already.]

If you want to.

[He says softly, a question and a request all at once. Credence doesn't want him to stop, he wants him to show him, but at times, he doesn't feel he deserves it very much. He shifts, hips rocking slowly as he's kissed and touched, eyes falling shut as he soaks it all in. It all feels so good, so much, so - Newt.

His eyes open, and he whispers his name. Knows he'll hear him, that he'll know he wants and needs him there, too. He scoots off of Percival, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt portion and standing, pushes the fabric off his hips. When he's naked, he climbs back onto the bed, slipping under the covers.]


Will you show me now?

[His eyes flit to the case.]

Or will you wait for him?
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[personal profile] mund 2017-03-08 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Credence whispers Newt's name like he's offering a prayer, a quiet petition for the other man's presence, and Graves remembers how Credence loves them both, how he gluts himself on both their attentions because he's gone without for so long. Graves watches him slide under the covers, naked and perfectly exquisite, his hands coming to smooth over his side, his chest, mapping him anew under his touch.

Credence is his and Newt's, and his hand slips down to hook Credence's leg over him, spreading their lovely young man for when Newt chooses to join them. ]


Call him again. [ He suggests, words low and velvety, that same hand coming to close delicately around his cock, reacquianting himself with the shape and weight of him, the way Credence fits so snugly in his palm. ] Perhaps I should loosen you up for him.
Edited 2017-03-08 15:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] proscribed 2017-03-14 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]

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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[personal profile] mund 2017-03-18 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] proscribed 2017-03-19 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] mund 2017-03-28 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.