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AU in which Newt brought Credence along to look for creatures, and real!Graves is in recovery inside the case. Let everyone be happy today :’D
This started out as a sketch when the first heatwaves hit and took way too long to finish haha
Art blog: questionartbox
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Graves and Newt insist on having Credence sleep between them (not that he mids) so he can be showered in love and affection.
Graves will kiss his temple, while his hand rests above Credence’s heart (he will never admit it, but feeling the boy’s heartbeat always lulls him to sleep). Newt, on the other hand will ususally run his hand through Credence’s hair, lightly scraping the scalp. The first time he did this, Credence let out a small mewl as his body started feeling all tingly so Newt made sure to do this every night. Also, since Credence is still not very used to having so much food available, he will normally eat too much for dinner and get an upset stomach, so Newt always makes sure to massage his tummy.
Since the house is heated and the bed covers are very warm, Credence gets very hot at night. He never really remembers waking up in the middle of the night and removing all his clothes, settling back to sleep right away.
How could Graves and Newt resist waking up to the sight of their naked, sometimes hard and very sweaty baby?
Winter is harsh in the northern states, more so than Newt had expected. London is further from the equator, but it tends toward a more temperate climate. When winter comes to New York, it comes with heavy snowfall and frozen rivers. By themselves, these are no challenges for wizards. Newt could apparate himself anywhere he chose if the need arose. As it is, the weather is just an excuse to stay where he is.
There's a roaring fireplace warming Newt all over as he crawls across the rug to meet his lovers. Percival's apartment is large, the rooms spacious enough even without all the furniture pushed to the walls so that they could build their little nest. Blankets cushion against the roughness of the rug. Pillows ring around them like a wall to ward off the world.
Newt kisses his way up Credence's bare back, lipping at the scars and the knobs of his spine until he reaches Credence's neck and the hand that covers it. Percival hums a greeting as Newt takes his fingers into his mouth, and he rubs his fingertips against the press of Newt's tongue like he's testing its give. Even without the fire, the three of them are plenty warm enough, wrapped naked around each other as pleasure wanes and crests like waves between them.
Outside, the storm rages on, but Newt pays it no mind as he presses inside the wet clutch of Credence's body and seeks out the heavy, drugging kisses that Percival deigns to provide. Later, he'll worry about how he's going to get back to London, but with these two in New York, he wonders if he'll ever feel the urge to leave.
This is a ficlet of Gramanderbone (aka Graves x Newt x Credence).
This is a Modern No-Maj AU (Graves is a VERY successful business man, Newt is a zoologist, and Credence is a painter) where the three are living in Manhattan together, working their respective jobs, and loving each other. It's a story about the way that they approach being in a poly relationship and learning to open up to each other while dealing with a sometimes difficult society.
Thank you to the lovely @imagaypotatoe for beta reading and editing! :)
Rated E because although there might be some non-sexual chapters, the sexual chapters will be graphic. This story DOES have BDSM elements to it.
Disclaimer: Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them is a trademark of J.K. Rowling, and Warner Brothers, but this story and any original characters added to it are copyright 2017 by Mingus1 and geekytrashcan, all rights reserved.
Chapter 1: Art, Animals, and Tech:
Newt Scamander opened the door to the penthouse of the apartment building he called home, gently tossing his keys in the bowl near the door with a quiet clatter. He heard the lovely deep singing voice of one Robert Smith, echoing down the hallway from what he assumed was the studio. Shifting his hands from the handle of the carrier he had brought in, Newt wrapped his arms around the object’s underbelly, holding the small kennel carefully. He used his foot to close front door, made his way down the hallway, and peeked his head into the studio, chirping “Cre, I’m home.”
“Hi, babe,” The younger man, twenty four, and currently dressed all in black- black skinny jeans, black shirt, black eyeliner- save for his facial studs which were in silver- an Earl (a piercing through skin on the bridge of the nose), and cyber bites (two piercings: one in his philtrum and the other right below his lower lip)-, who was currently kneeling on the floor in the room, waved. Short blobs of blue, green, and mottled red peppered the pale flesh of the boy, streaking his skin and clothing with a colorful palette that complimented his appearance. Though messy and currently in disarray, Credence’s appearance suited that of a painter, of an artist, and the look was both endearing and attractive “Percy’s coming home a little late today, long meeting.” He chuckled and then turned his music off, “I would come and give you a kiss, but I’m covered in paint. I don’t want to get you covered in it too.” He placed his brushes into the large mason jar that sat beside his piece, water opaque from the pigments floating in it, “H-how was your day?”
Newt nodded, “Good. Gregor’s coming to live with us for awhile until he, well actually she, recovers from her dystocia surgery. He needs some special care.”
“Newtttttt.”
“Yes, babe?” Newt asked as he leaned against the doorframe.
Credence laughed, “I don’t know what that is.” He frequently teased Newt because sometimes Newt would go on tangent about things that no one else knew and he would suspect that the other person knew what he was going on.
Newt shook his head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to confuse you.” Credence urged him along by nodding and giving him a curious look. Newt bit his lower lip, “surgery to remove retained follicles or eggs, it was the latter for Gregor. Hence, why we found out that Gregor was actually female. The blockage was caused due to poor husbandry as the people he was taken from had hidden him in their closet in indecent housing due to the new reptile laws that prevent green tree pythons in homes. I need to go put him in the extra large cage. I’ll be back.”
He turned to leave, trotting a few steps in the direction of his office, or more commonly known as “Newt’s House Of Reptiles and Other Creatures”.
The younger man got up from the floor and then took a running start and ended up slipping on the tarp on the floor of his art room, that protected the wood floor from obscene amount of paint that would have ended up on the floor.
He heard the carrier being put down in the hall, and moments later saw Newt scramble his way past the studio’s door, a concerned look prominent upon his face,, “Cre? You alright?”
Credence laughed and started getting back on his feet, digits pushing against the stained tarp, more color smearing along his skin slickly, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Can I come and help?” He started to wipe his hands off with a paint covered rag, cleaning off the messy markings that coated his fingers, palms, and wrist, pursuing Newt as he did so.
“Yes, if you started dinner. Did you do that for Mr. Graves?” Newt questioned, putting his hands on his hips.
Credence nodded, slowly slipping into his submissive mindset, he was ready for his masters to take over for the rest of the night, he wanted it, “Yes. It’s in the oven, sir.”
Newt smiled and pushed his hand through Credence’s black hair, admiring the slight waves that had come in since Percival and him had finally decided to let him grow out his hair a little, “Good boy. Mr. Graves is gonna be happy when he gets home. We have such a good boy. Don’t we?”
Credence smiled and nodded, “Yes, sir.”
Newt’s fingers carded through Credence’s hair once more, relishing the sensation as his slender digits ran along the silk locks “Alright, I suppose that you can come help.”
Credence’s face lit up and he followed Newt down the hallway to ‘Newt’s House of Reptiles and Other Creatures’. Before turning into the room, they stopped in the restroom and washed their hands, for of course, sanitation is key in all health care, especially in reptile care as it prevents the spread of salmonella. After, Newt grabbed the carrier that he had put down in order to check on Credence earlier, and then guided Credence into his office.
The office was a very large room with a large desk to one side and and all the other walls lined with a variety of different sized enclosures for all types of animals. Some sat unoccupied so that patients from work could stay at his home and receive round-the-clock care after surgery or a serious injury, such as a infection.
Credence was never not in awe when he went into Newt’s office, especially so since he was not allowed entrance unless he explicitly asked for permission, or if there was an emergency. Despite the fact that the young man had been in the zoologist’s office many times prior, the vast amounts of differing species never failed to amaze him. Even creatures that could not be privately owned, by law, in the city of New York were included in Newt’s menagerie, but since he was a licensed zoologist, Newt was granted permission to adopt the unique, rare reptiles that otherwise would have no place to call home. He had received several special permits in order to keep the animals, and since the city did not want to start killing massive amounts of reptiles and amphibians, they were happy to grant Newt legal allowance to care for the exotic animals. Although Newt loved lots of different types of animals, having worked with quite a variety at the local zoo, he had a special affinity for reptiles and amphibians, particularly as they were becoming banned throughout New York City. The majority of his collection consisted of the the cold-blooded families, though he also had three ferrets. Two of these ferrets, one, a cinnamon male,named Xander, and a female Sable named Stacy, had been rescued from a family that had had to give them up due to a ban enacted in their area. The third was a young black-footed girl named Carly, born through a project that was attempting to reestablish the black-footed ferret population in the wild; noble conservation effort. Newt had been, and still was, a part of the project, and when the juvenile female had been born she was not only the runt, but also deaf. It was due to her being deaf that the project decided they needed to home her, as living in the wild would be too difficult for her, and so Newt had taken her into his care.
The huge cage that housed the ferrets was right next to his desk, but often he let them roam around the house with him. They were all house broken and thusly did not make a mess, they enjoyed playing with Credence and cuddling in his lap and make happy little dooks, a low, chuckling sound. As long as all the other cages were shut and the art studio was closed, they would be allowed to roam around with Credence too.
Everything was placed in the room in a particular manner, snakes at the top, then large insect eaters, then smaller insect eaters, all in sliding door enclosures that were off the ground so that when the ferrets ran around, they wouldn’t get into trouble. For the larger snakes, the biggest he currently housed was an Epicrates cenchria cenchria, more commonly known as the Brazilian rainbow boa, named Bruce, he had a larger more vertical enclosures, on top of tables, which were at the far end of the room.
“Alright, let’s start with José,” Newt said as he hurried over to his cricket hutch and opened it and started selecting the cricket for José’s meal, placing them in a small cup. Once he had selected the desired amount, he dusted them with the needed nutrient powders and then took the cup over to one of the larger, more vertical enclosures which housed his carpet chameleon, another rescue.
Credence watched with fascination as Newt swiftly opened the enclosures door and then placed the cup of live crickets inside the cage in José’s favorite feeding spot.
Even though Credence had seen the tasks that Newt performed on almost a daily basis, he was still gobsmacked every single time.
Newt then put Gregor, a Morelia viridis- green tree python, into her new enclosure which had been prepared that morning.
He put some food in the ferret cage and then Credence followed Newt to Bernard’s enclosure. Bernard was a three year old Tiliqua scincoides intermedia, more commonly known as blue tongued skink.
“Cre, I’m gonna need you to hold him for a little bit while I spot clean. Can you do that for me?”
Credence nodded and Bernard was placed in his hands as Newt spot cleaned the tank, a process that meant cleaning the tank of any sort of waste or uneaten food.
Credence watched as Bernard attempted to crawl up his arms, laughing and keeping his hands close to Bernard in case he began to fall or slip
Newt finished cleaning and then took the large water dish for refilling. When he brought it back, Bernard was happily perched on Credence’s shoulder, Credence's wary hands hovering near the skink for fear that he might fall.
Newt put the dish back in the cage and then took Bernard from Credence’s shoulder and put him back in the enclosure.
The red haired man then proceeded to fill the other two snakes’ dishes, his Heterodon nasicus- a Western Hognose named Mina, and then his normal Python regius- a Ball Python named Sally.
Finally he checked on Midas his Pogona vitticeps- a Bearded Dragon, spot cleaned his tank, gave him fresh water, and then put a batch of crickets in the cage.
Newt then returned to José, seeing that he had eaten all of his crickets and then removed the dish and placed it in the drawer of the table under the enclosure.
“Can I take Carly out, Newt?” Credence asked as he wrapped his arms around Newt’s waist from behind, pressing a soft kiss to the back of the redhead’s neck.
Newt pretended to think about it for a moment, biting his lip gently, “If you wash your hands and check the dinner.
Credence nodded and went rushing out of the room, quicking washing his hands in the powder room, subsequently dashing to check upon dinner, which still had a good thirty minutes of cooking until it was finished, finally rushing back into the Newt’s office.
Newt was taking the bowl that had previously held food out of Mida’s cage as Credence came back, glancing over his shoulder at the other as he screeched to a halt.
Credence opened the ferret cage and allowed the three rambunctious children out.
He was greeted with many a dook as they came down the little ramp and then ran as quickly as they could into Credence’s lap.
When Newt had finished, he sat behind Credence, the boy between his legs. He pressed a kiss on Credence’s upper spine tattoo, a small work of ink of a hyper realistic USB port, a small symbol next to it, then a few millimeters below was an mic port with a small sleep symbol on the left, and even further below was another mic port with a small fork and knife symbol on the left.
Carly was running about on the floor playing an interesting game of fetch with Credence, and Newt was happy that she was running about and having fun. Credence had taken to her rather quickly and she seemed to really enjoy being with him as well.
A voice sounded from the hallway, “Credence, Newt?”
Credence got up off the floor and started running down the hall, the ferret clan running after him.
Newt slowly stood up and followed Credence, finding him kneeling at Graves’ side, as he should be, “Evening, honey.” Newt pressed a kiss to Percy’s lips, “How was work, love?”
One of Percy’s hands rested on the small of Newt’s back, the other stroking Credence’s hair, “It was alright. How are my boys?”
“Good.” Newt responded as he also placed a hand in Credence’s hair.
They both stroked Credence’s hair as ferrets ran around Credence.Carly stood with her front paws on his knee, waiting for attention.
Percival tapped his thigh and Credence rested his chin on the spot, and Graves pressed two of his fingers against Credence’s lips and then started forcing those two fingers inside the twenty-four year old’s mouth, “Newt, was he well behaved?” Percy said, shifting into his persona of Mr. Graves.
Newt’s hand slid to Credence’s shoulder, “He was very good. He came on my rounds with me, and started dinner.”
“Such a good boy, Credence.” Graves praised as he removed his fingers. “Now, go strip and put on our favorite outfit, once you’re done, come back and finish dinner.” He pressed a kiss to Credence’s forehead, “Go be a good boy.”
Credence got up, the ferrets following, and then he put them back in their cage, then heading to the main bedroom.
Due to their consensual agreement, they shared one king sized bed, one large walk in closet, and one huge bathroom with a very large tub and shower, topped with two sinks. However, there was a separate bedroom with an attached bathroom for nights when one of them really needed some time alone, and then another bedroom that was never touched unless they had guests, which was very rare.
Credence knelt on the carpet of the room and then proceeded to slip his cloths off in front of the mirror hung on the inside of the closet door. His shirt first came off and he carefully checked himself over, nipple piercings glinting in the light. Those had been the first piercings that Mr. Graves and Mr. Scamander had wanted him to get. They had thought of the idea together and then had approached Credence and made it an option. His Sirs made everything an option, until it was implemented, and everything was up for discussion as to whether it was permanent to semi-permanent. If it was a light limit that was allowed to be tested, Mr. Graves and Mr. Scamander always asked beforehand, as should be done. He was in their care. At times even Newt found himself in Mr. Graves’ care.
They had come up with a list of terms that distinguished their parts of the relationship. Percival was the “top dominant” in their house, meaning that he only dominated and did not submit. Newt was the “mid dominate” as he dominated Credence both one-on-one and in their typical threesome most of the time, however he was also a “high submissive” meaning that he submitted to Mr. Graves in both one-on-one and also sometimes in their threesomes, meanwhile Credence was the “bottom submissive” as he only liked to submit.
Credence’s nimble fingers toyed with the pendent that always hung around his neck. The small object was a symbol of Graves’ and Scamander’s affection and ownership, what others in the BDSM scene would call a day collar. He felt slutty as he slipped off his pants and the black lace panties that he wore on that particular day.
Credence loved his personal style (as did Newt and Percy), but he really liked dressing in his pure white chemise that he wore whenever his masters were home. It was such a stark contrast to his normal goth style.
He went into the attached bathroom and cleaned his makeup off, and then checked his vertical madison piercing, glinting metal prominent along his upper and lower clavicle, smooth, cool.. His hands then ran down his sides and he smiled, feeling beautiful with the healing bruises from the previous day's punishment upon his torso.
After making sure that all his makeup was off his face, he sauntered back into the bedroom and slipped into his creamy white silk chemise.
Once it was on, he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, he loved the way that his nipple piercings showed through the fabric slightly, and the way that the chemises fabric felt on his skin, silky and soft. The dress cut high enough so it was revealing his smooth legs and the ball joint tattoos on his knees and ankles. He loved the way he looked in it, like a sultry little vixen.
Meanwhile in the sitting room, Newt and Percival cuddled on the couch, “He’s a good boy. He’s learning very well,” Percival’s fingers carded through Newt’s hair, “I think that we need to give him some more restrictions and rules though.”
Newt nodded, “I agree. He has learned rather quickly, and he could always do with a little more restraint. Maybe no clothes in the home when we’re here?”
Percival nodded, “That sounds nice and reasonable, save when we have company.”
“Percy, we never have company.”
Percival’s chin rose and fell, and he held his lover’s hand, “He is quite gorgeous though.”
Newt smiled sweetly as his fingers trailed along Percy’s knuckles, “He’s very dashing, that’s for sure.” Newt took a moment to think and then spoke again, “I like this new hairstyle he has, but I think that it’s something that he needs to earn. Say he were to break protocol, then we could potentially have that be grounds for him to go back to the bowl cut and back to no clothes in the house no matter what the situation? It seemed to lower his status a little bit further when we originally held him to that, and we both know that he loves the humiliation of not being in control. Needless to say we do have his explicit permission to make changes to the way he looks whenever we like, and I think we need to seize that control back again.”
Percival pondered it for a moment, “I like that idea. He must learn that he can have things taken away and that he needs to earn them back. He’ll do well, as he did before. I’ll bring it up at this evening when we are getting ready for bed.”
Newt smiled and turned and pressed a kiss to Percival’s cheek as Credence came skidding into the kitchen, he took the dinner out of the oven, and then hurried over to his masters.
Credence knelt on the floor next to the couch and rested his head on Newt’s knee. He sat there looking like a gorgeous doll, perfect posture, hands dainty rested on his knees. Newt’s hand fell into Credence’s soft hair, “What do you want to tell us?” Newt asked, his voice soft.
Credence closed his eyes for a brief moment, leaning into Newt’s loving touches, “Dinner is ready, sirs.”
Newt smiled and pressed a kiss to Credence’s head and then carded his fingers through the younger man’s hair, “Did you set the table, darling?” Credence let his head nod slowly, “You’ve been a very good boy today.”
“Alright, let’s go eat.” Percival suggested, starving since he had been at work for nearly 10 hours and had just barely scraped together breakfast that morning. Credence sat up straight, Newt then stood, and finally Graves did as well, “Alright, up.” Percival commanded as he patted the side of his leg.
Credence followed them into the dining room which housed a very long table, only one end had place settings, two in total.
Credence then went into the kitchen and brought the food out, placing the food on his master’s plates and then putting some on his plate which was then put on the floor between Newt and Percival’s seats. Next, he carefully filled their glasses with wine, Credence wasn’t allowed to drink and so he placed the bottle on the table close to Newt and Percival so that they could share it.
For the most part Credence not being allowed to drink was due to medical reasons and so it had then been a built in rule with his rule of “don’t do anything that will jeopardize your health”. However, he did not mind it when his partner’s drank, in fact, he enjoyed watching them pleasurably indulge in a beer or a glass of whisky or wine.
Percival pointed to Credence’s plate, and the boy knelt in front of it, awaiting instruction and so he was expecting it when Percival gave him the “wait” signal- a hand in the stop position.
He waited to start until Percival and Newt had begun dining, and he ate away following their conversation, remaining quiet as he heard about their trials and tribulations of the day.
Percival’s company had sold a rather large deal earlier that day, and so he was going to get some time off in the following weeks before he was going to have to head to Paris for a very important, international meeting. He was a CEO for a company called Magitech which specialized in important technological software, and the creation of new devices. In the past ten years, Percival had worked up from an administrative position all the way up to a CEO, from working part time in an Italian restaurant to dining with the company’s owner, a rather vile woman named Seraphina Piquery, who Percival despised. Paradoxically, it was thanks to her that Percival was employed and able to keep the apartment for his partners and him. On this particular day, she had met with Percival about some rather large decisions that the company was looking at, and she had remarked on a photo of Newt and Credence that was on his desk. People at work knew that Percival was gay and it was no secret that he was in a permanent, closed relationship with two other men. No one really cared about his personal affairs, or if they did, they didn’t say anything. Percival didn’t mind what people thought about his partners, he loved them and they were important to him and no one’s opinion could change that.
When Percival was in the middle of talking about his day, he took a pause and Credence crawled under the table and then placed his head in between Percival’s thighs and whimpered.
“And so I said-” Percival heard a whimper and he looked between his legs to see Credence looking up at him, “What’s wrong, Cre?” His fingers combed through Credence’s soft hair, “What’s wrong?” He almost cooed.
“Water?” Credence’s lower lip trembled a little to give some added effect.
Newt snickered, watching Percival succumb to Credence’s move; both him and Percy were known to fall for the young man’s obscene lips, especially tempted when they shook like fall leaves.
Percival’s thumb ran over Credence’s lips, “Go back to your spot, and finish your dinner while I get you some water.”
Credence returned to his spot, and Percival got up to go to the kitchen.
Newt had continued to eat and he finished as Credence neared the finish line of his meal.
The youngest man finished his meal just as Percival returned and sat down in his chair and handed Credence a sippy cup of water.
Even though Credence was a fully grown adult, he was a near professional at spilling his drinks when he ate on the floor, and so Percival and Newt had decided that it would be in their floor’s best interest to have Credence drink out of the the toddler training cup whenever he was in submissive mode as he typically sat on the floor.
Credence reached his hands out, “Please, sir. May I have it, sir?”
Percival nodded and handed him the black cup, and Credence started downing the water quickly. He had specific rules about the amount of water that he was supposed to drink. His masters required eighty ounces per day, spaced out throughout the day so that he remained hydrated.
Newt looked at Credence sternly, “Credence? Did you forget something?”
Credence looked up at Percival from the ground, lip trembling, “Thank you, Mr. Graves.”
Newt’s hand cupped his chin and turned his head gently so that they were making eye contact, “Good boy, now finish your water and we’ll take you to the bedroom.
Credence drank his water at a rapid pace and soon his cup and plate along with his masters’ were abandoned on the table as Credence strolled behind Newt and Percival to the bedroom.
When they arrived, Newt and Percival went inside as Credence stripped the chemise off in order to follow the rule of the bedroom, no clothes unless it’s a short trip or clothes are asked for. He folded the dress very carefully as to not wrinkle it and then carried it with two hands inside the bedroom. He put it on top of the dresser and then proceeded to kneel at the side of the bed.
Percival came up from behind and he pressed his large hands to Credence’s shoulders squeezing ever so gently, “Newt. Why don’t you come over here and we’ll give him something to remember us by for the next week. Do you want that you filthy whore?”
Credence nodded very quickly, “Yes, sir.” His voice was rather high from excitement.
Newt slipped in front of him and sat on the edge of the bed, “Stand up and bend over.”
The youngest man did as he was told and stood up and bent over, but Graves wasn’t satisfied, he gave a smack to Credence’s ass cheek, “Put his cock in your mouth,” he shoved the twenty-four year old’s head down and Credence’s mouth filled with Newt’s cock. Newt shuddered as Graves forced Credence down to the base for a second, before allowing Credence to come up and begin to suck Newt off. As Credence worked on blowing Newt, Graves went to the cabinet and pulled out their huge bottle of lube, he lubed up his cock and then proceeded to spread Credence’s ass cheek and start pushing in very slowly.
Newt pulled lightly on Credence’s nipple barbells as Graves finished pushing himself inside, “You’re very tight today” Graves gripped the boy’s pale hips, fingers pressing so hard that red spots formed, “you know that we like you when you’re tight. You feel like a virgin every fuckin’ time.” He thrust his hips, pounding into Credence hard. Credence let out a muffled whimper as Graves proceeded to fuck him, hand in the boy’s hair so that he was pushing Credence onto Newt’s cock, “That’s right suck your master’s cock.”
Newt pinched Credence’s nipples as he watched Credence’s expressions. His face was flushed and he looked like the perfect little slave with his master’s dick in his mouth, saliva started to seep out of the sides of his mouth as he let out a muffled moan of ecstasy.
Graves pulled out and tugged Credence’s hair so that Newt’s dick popped out of his mouth, “Go stand in the corner,” Newt delivered a light slap to the boy’s cheek, pointed to their empty corner, and Credence hurriedly went to where he was directed.
Graves went to their cabinet and got out a long length of rope, “Tie him up, baby,” He handed Newt the rope, and Newt smiled as Graves brought out a ball gag.
Graves pulled the boy's hair so that he was looking at the ceiling as Newt guided him to kneel. Newt bound his arms behind his body in a elaborate design as Graves’ put his face next to Credence's ear, “Be a good boy and we'll let you cum,” his lips grazed Credence’s ear and then he held the ball gag in front of Credence’s face, “We’re gonna get you all nice and quiet.” Graves cupped his chin and then squeezed Credence’s cheeks in order to open his mouth, “You tap your foot twice and we’ll stop.”
Credence nodded and then Graves went ahead and put the ball gag into Credence’s mouth, fastening it at the back of the boy’s head.
“Stand.” Newt commanded as he gave a pull to Credence’s hair.
He did so and was spun around and pushed against the wall as he noticed that Graves held a hitachi wand. He gasped as Graves begun to work the wands handle into the rope design over Credence’s stomach, Credence was so erect that the tip of his cock was pressing against his stomach and so the tip of the wand was resting on it already. When Graves turned it on he gasped and his right leg shook from the vibrations.
They then left him in the corner, this was Credence’s favorite part, and then Graves and Newt begun making out and stripping each other’s clothes off. Graves began giving Newt oral, sucking the British man’s cock with an incredible speed and intensity.
As Newt felt himself pushed to the edge, Graves pulled himself off Newt’s cock and then they continued stroking themselves as they walked up to Credence and watched him writhe in anticipation, coming nearly simultaneously onto Credence’s chest.
Credence fell into his climax soon after and nearly collapsed on the floor in exhaustion, but Graves had been expecting it so he had caught him before he hit the floor. They turned the wand off and Newt brought it into their bathroom and rested it on the counter and then returned with a glass of very cold water as Graves took the ball gag from Credence’s mouth and then wiped the drool that was covering his mouth, chin, neck, and even his chest off with a soft towel and then cleaned his skin as Newt untied him.
“You were so good today, baby.” Graves said as he held the exhausted boy in his arms. “Such a good boy.”
Credence smiled softly against Percival’s skin, “Thank you, masters.”
“It was our pleasure,” Percival said as he picked the boy up and carried him to the bed.
Once he was in bed, Newt gave him a glass of water and pressed a kiss to Credence’s forehead, “So, good.”
Credence smiled, he loved the praise that he received when he was a good boy.
Newt used a moist towelette to wipe down Credence’s chest as Graves cleaned their toys and put them back in the collection.
Within the next thirteen minutes, they were all in bed, Credence in the middle as usual, spooned by Newt, and with his face pressed to Percival’s chest.
They had said their ‘I love you’s and Credence fell asleep with Newt stroking his hair and Percy’s heart beat soothing him.
“We forgot to ask about the other rules.” Newt remembered suddenly.
Percy yawned, “Newt, we’ll talk to him about it tomorrow. He’s totally asleep. It can wait.”
Newt pressed his lips to Percy’s, “Today was a good day,”
Percy nodded, “It was wonderful.”
First chapter done! I’ve already started a second!
Now I've decided I need a college au where boyfriends Newt and Credence decide to seduce Graves through sexy dancing and Christmas outfits. Bonus if Graves is dressed as Santa.
