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“Percival?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“Don’t be scared, okay?”
Percival turned around slowly, not quite used to that phrase. Nothing was dangerous, in Newt’s book - not poisonous arachnitangs, not Nundus -
“Oh.”
The flex of dark magic crackled throughout the kitchen. Percival shuddered, his nails digging into the counter. It appeared that a small thundercloud was nuzzling into Newt’s arms, trying to hide in his lapels. It was almost like a kitten, curling and bumping its head against Newt’s chest.
“Credence?”
The little shadow trembled.
“You’re…”
“Adorable?”
“That’s the word.”
He tensed, and began to flit about the room, dipping in front of Percival’s eyes before flying into Newt’s hair.
“Can we go to bed, now?”
Percival nodded, lost for words.
-
The cloud felt like - well, it felt warm. And a little squishy, maybe. Percival poked at him, watching in fascination as a tentacle (?) wrapped around his finger and tugged.
“Little baby,” Newt cooed. “Pretty baby.”
Dear lord. Percival was trapped.
“Don’t give me that look.” Newt said, crawling into bed. Credence (?) shifted to greet him, crawling up his ribcage and into his curls.
Credence liked his hair very much.
“Can you hear us, Credence? Understand us?”
Credence pressed himself flat against Newt’s hair, beginning to spark.
“No worries, love. Take as much time as you need.”
Newt snuggled into Percival’s chest. Percival hummed, tapping his ear.
“Darling.”
“Mm.”
“What do you need?”
Newt was quiet for a couple minutes. Percival watched Credence breathe, pulsing and roiling, slipping down from Newt’s hair to his collarbone.
“...I need to sleep, Percy. I think you do to.”
Percival sighed. Credence flickered twice, the rush of air tickling him. For one wild moment, Percival was afraid to turn off the lights.
Newt rolled onto his side, lips brushing his shoulder. Credence hurriedly slipped between them, humming sweetly.
Percival chuckled, casting the room in shadow.
“Goodnight, my darlings.”
“Goodnight, Percival.”
Credence chirped, pressing himself against the covers.
-
Credence was big again.
All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and wallow.
He’d ruined everything.
“Good morning, baby,” Newt said, kissing his brow. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m bad.” Credence whispered.
Newt made a sad little noise in the back of his throat, kissing Credence’s eyelids, his nose, his cupid’s bow.
“You’re not bad. I’m so proud of you, little one. So proud of how you controlled yourself.”
Credence sniffed, shaking his head. “I scared Daddy.”
“Speak of the Devil.”
Credence froze when Percival appeared, a breakfast tray floating behind him.
“Daddy...I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Percival said, looking away. “I’m sorry I was afraid of you. That I couldn't protect you.”
“Daddy,” Credence breathed, shocked. “That’s - no, Daddy, you’re perfect. I had such a wonderful time yesterday.”
But Daddy wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t looking at Newt, either.
“Mister Graves,” Credence said, wringing his hands. Newt watched, silent, as Percival walked to his closet, pulling on a shirt.
“Percival, look at me.” Newt demanded.
He looked up from his buttons, eyes jerky and anxious.
“Do you need to step back, darling? A break?”
Percival’s hands stilled. Credence was frozen at his tone. It was sharp and authoritative, making the back of his hands prickle.
Newt unfurled himself from Credence’s side, walking to finish buttoning Percival’s shirt.
“Shall I take care of you, today?”
Percival nodded, exhaling heavily. He let his forehead drop to Newt’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.
“Good boy. Talk to me?”
It took a few minutes. Credence watched, transfixed, as Newt stroked Daddy’s hair and rubbed his back.
“No - no cuffs. Or rope.”
“Silk?”
“Only if I can untie them.”
“Pain is out, yes?”
“Mm…” Percival shrugged, an expansive movement that made Newt’s hands rise and fall on his back. “Temperature is okay. Nibbles, too.”
Newt blushed. He did like to nibble.
“Colors, or safeword?”
“Colors.”
“Okay.” Newt paused. “What do you want from us, Percy?”
“I just want to be good.” Percival said, muffled.
Credence’s stomach clenched.
“What are you talking about?” Credence asked.
“Sometimes, Daddy and I play a game where he does everything I say. Remember how I said I loved seeing him tied up?”
Percival let out something Credence could only describe as a purr - too soft to be a growl, too loud to be a sigh. Credence flushed.
“What do I do?”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, darling. You can go visit Tina and Queenie, you can stay here…”
Credence swallowed.
“I want to be with you.”
“Okay. I’ll tell you everything before we do anything. You can always say no. Both of you.”
“Yes, mama.”
“Good.”
He kissed Percival’s hair, rocking slightly on his heels.
“Let’s have breakfast, hm?”
-
What followed was the most surreal thing Credence had experienced in his life.
Potions? Sure.
Unicorns? Why not.
But this?
“Credence, the sugar?”
Credence passed it obediently, still gaping at Mister Graves.
“Thank you, darling. Don’t stare.”
Daddy was...well, not tied up. He looked like one of the fancy christmas displays on Lexington: shiny, silken, all trussed up to be plucked. He breathed heavily against the silks ‘binding’ him to the chair, unable to hear from some strange spell. Newt had carefully instructed him to close his eyes when he could, and open them if he had to. Blindfolds, Percival said, were right out.
What was strangest was that Daddy was fully clothed, while Newt and Credence were in their pajamas - light bathrobes and Daddy’s shirt.
Credence…well, he hadn’t thought about it until now, but. Newt was acting different. Newt usually spoke choppily, words tumbling over each other, interrupted by wild smiles and excitement. Now...now he seemed to take up a lot of space, sprawled out sideways in his chair, feet r-rubbing against Daddy’s crotch.
Percival moaned, head tipped back.
“Any plans for today, sweetie?”
Credence shook his head. He never did anything. Mama knew that. He stared at Daddy’s chest, how it expanded as he took gasping breaths.
“Look at me when we’re talking, Credence.”
Credence’s head snapped up. It was that tone. Firm and unyielding. So unlike... her’s, but still demanding respect.
“Credence,” Newt began, and then paused, taking the hearing charm off of Percival. “Credence, is this too much? It’s okay if it is.”
Percival opened his eyes blearily, nuzzling into Newt’s hand.
“No,” Credence said. “I just…I got surprised, is all.”
“I’m sorry, baby. We shouldn’t have sprung this on you.”
Percival nodded, kissing Newt’s fingers, looking at Credence with... embarrassment?
“N-no! I, I like it. I just...I just feel bad. F-for Daddy. I think.”
Credence flushed. Newt smiled.
“I can make this stop at any time, beautiful.” Percival said, voice raw from his moans. “And you can, too. We’re the ones in control. Newt’s just giving us suggestions.”
Credence squirmed.
“Do you like the hearing thing, Percy?”
He hummed, and then shook his head.
“Okay.” Newt kissed the corner of his mouth. “Do you wanna take a break?”
Percival shook his head, without a pause to think. Newt laughed.
“What about you, Credence?”
“Um.” What about him? “I feel strange just watching. Like - I’m floating above you.”
“You want to help me take care of Daddy?” Newt asked, sugar sweet.
“Y-yes.”
“Alright. C’mere.”
Credence shuffled over as Newt transfigured their chairs into a bench. Credence slipped in beside Percival, snuggling up close. Percival let out a rumbling sigh, the bindings slipping away. He kept his hands behind his head, though. Newt glowed with approval.
“Help him with breakfast, dear?”
Credence’s face grew warm. His eyes darted from Newt back to Percival. Credence reached for a strawberry, fumbling to dip it in some whipped cream.
Newt smiled as he lifted it to Percival’s lips.
Percival took little nibbles of the fruit, careful to avoid Credence’s fingers. He slurped at the cream, sucking one of his fingers into his mouth.
Credence squirmed, feeling the warm, wet heat around him. Daddy’s tongue was under his finger. It was weird. Daddy moaned, eyes rolling open to look at him.
“H-hi.”
Daddy smiled, pulling back to kiss his fingertips.
“Hey.”
His voice was all raspy. Newt frowned, grabbing his glass and raising it to his lips.
“Silly man. Take a drink when you need one.”
Percival sipped dutifully, a little smile still playing at his mouth.
-
Credence was expecting sex, or something. Something like the loud, squeaking thing he had gotten used to. Something like hands everywhere, and wet kisses. But it was more like…
He glanced over to the couch. Newt was reading the newspaper, all curled up with his feet on Daddy’s crotch again. Poor Daddy’s big dick was the only splotch of color against his black suit, all red and achy looking. Newt would occasionally brush it with his toe or rub his ankle against it until Daddy was groaning. Newt would just turn a page and take a sip of tea.
“Baby?”
“Yes, mama?”
“Can you get me the arts section?”
“M - mhm.”
“Thank you.”
Credence walked unsteadily toward the table. He’d have to walk past Daddy. He didn't know where to look, or if he could touch -
Percival’s eyes slipped open, his lips twitching into a smile. A drop of sweat was creeping down his temple, his hair a little out of place. Credence glanced at Mama before swooping down to kiss him, fast enough that he wouldn’t lose his courage. He snatched up the paper to give it to Mama.
“Thank you, baby. Such a good boy.” Newt smiled, looking up at Credence through his lashes. “Good boys get rewards.”
“Thank you, Mama.”
“I know you keep looking at Daddy’s cock.”
Credence flushed and twitched, even bought he knew it was a game and it was okay-
Newt winked at him.
“I know. It’s alright, I don’t blame you. It’s so...disgusting. Unsightly.”
Newt punctuated this by stroking Percival’s dick with his heel. He groaned, milky precum beginning to drop down the throbbing head. Credence found he couldn’t look away.
“Do you want to play with Daddy’s big cock? Huh?”
“Yes, mama. Please?”
“Of course. You can do whatever you’d like. Well, within reason. Color?”
“Green.” Percival said, his voice gravel. “Green. Fuck, Newt, I’m not gonna last long…”
“A ring?”
“Please.”
Credence gaped as a tight ring a fixed itself to Daddy’s cock. It made it look even bigger and more desperate, if that were possible. Daddy groaned in - relief?
“Go play, baby. It’ll give me a rest, too.” Newt said, drawing his feet back to sit against the arm of the couch.
Credence hesitated before walking over to Daddy.
“H-hi.”
He chuckled. “Hello, again.”
“Can I? Um…”
“You can do whatever you like, baby boy.”
That wasn’t fair. Daddy wasn’t supposed to be comforting him - he was supposed to be taking care of Daddy.
“Um - are you - you look hot. Are you hot?”
Daddy chuckled again. “A little. I like it.”
“Can I -” Credence’s long fingers plucked at the button of his waist coat.
“Go ahead.”
Credence lost himself in the simple task of unbuttoning Daddy’s waist coat, then his shirt. He sighed as Daddy’s undershirt was slowly revealed. He could see the - the dark hair on Daddy’s chest. The broad shoulders and thick muscles.
“Oh, Daddy…”
“Mm, Credence. You make a man feel handsome.” Percival said, eyes glittering.
“Trying to read, here.” Newt said, dryly. “Opera column. Thrilling stuff.”
Percival grinned. Credence smiled shyly, cooling his hands and running them over Daddy’s sweaty brow, over his hot shoulders, down that broad chest…
Percival moaned again, head thunking back against the couch.
Credence kept trailing down, being so bold as to push Daddy’s thighs apart and lower himself to his knees.
Credence was eye level with Daddy’s cock.
For a moment, he blushed and looked away. He could feel the heat radiating off the damn thing, could smell sweat and man and all the things that made him feel so hot. Credence snuck a peek at his slip of foreskin, wondering how it felt. He sighed, feeling Daddy’s thighs twitch under his hands as his breath tickled the head of his member. He opened his eyes, swallowing hard. It looked so much bigger, down here.
“M-mama?”
“Hm? What?”
“I'm sorry - I’m sorry I interrupted your reading.” Credence jerked, mortified.
“I’m just playing, baby boy. You’re okay. You’re doing so good for me. What is it?”
“‘Mama, I don’t know what to do.”
Newt huffed a little laugh. “Whatever you want, baby. Do you think it looks soft? Tasty?”
“...tasty.” Credence breathed. He was almost drooling, he felt so hungry and small.
“Go on. Give it a kiss?”
Credence gave it a shy peck.
“Like you’re kissing mama. Go on. You're torturing your poor Daddy.”
Whoops. He really hadn’t mean to.
Credence squeezed his eyes shut and kissed the head of his prick again, this time, a little slower. He expected it to taste weird, but it was just like sucking on Mama’s fingers, only thicker. He slurped at the head, tongue brushing the veins, the ripples of skin, the slit.
Credence jumped about a foot in the air at Daddy’s loud groan, and the bitter taste in his mouth.
Newt hiccuped as he laughed. “Sorry, baby. I should have warned you. That means you're doing a good job, don’t worry.”
Credence looked up at Daddy. He didn’t look mad, just a little dizzy and sweaty. Credence leaned down again, kissing the soft slit as a little apology.
“Newt, I’m going to die.”
“You are not.”
Daddy whined as Credence began to poke at his aching balls, thumbs smoothing over his pubic hair.
“I see the reaper, Newt.”
“Percival. I swear.”
“I’m gonna - ohhhh, god.”
Credence sucked on the skin of his sack, nuzzling the base of his cock with his nose. His pubic hair was all thick and tickly, but Credence didn’t mind. This was like in the shower, but way better.
“Cre - nn. Okay.” Percival panted. Newt sounded like he was going to choke on his own giggles. “Christ. Alright.”
“Credence.” Newt laughed, making his name sound all choppy. “Credence, you want some help, baby?”
Credence hummed a little ‘mhmm’ against Daddy’s balls. Percival wheezed. Credence heard the rustle of the newspaper as Newt stood, felt his warm body settle behind him as his strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. Credence released Daddy’s sack with a slurp, looking at Newt reproachfully.
“Mama, you’re supposed to be resting.”
Newt gave him a nosy kiss on the cheek. Credence’s lips were so rosy and plump, all wet and delicious looking. Newt kissed him again and again, until he was whining.
“Okay, baby.” Newt took Credence’s chin in hand, guiding back to Daddy’s cock. “Stick out your tongue? Good boy. Open up nice and wide…”
Mama’s hand felt so nice on the back of Credence’s head, guiding him down. Credence jerked as the head hit the roof of his mouth.
“S’okay, don’t worry. You can close your lips, if you want. Or move your tongue?”
Credence wiggled a little to find a better position, bumping into Daddy’s thigh and nearly biting his dick off.
“Teeth!” Percival did not squeak. That would be embarrassing.
“Too big.” Credence drooled, pulling off. “Mama, I can’t.”
“Okay. Let’s try, um. Hm. How about this. Remember those sweets I got you? The lollies?”
Oh god. Percival remembered. Watching Credence lick those had been torture. Credence nodded, brightening a bit.
“I want you to lick Daddy just like that. Can you do that?”
Credence blushed. “Like how?”
“Wait a second. I have a wonderful idea.”
“When I die, Credence,” Percival panted, as Newt ran off to a drawer somewhere. “When I die, in approximately three minutes, you take my money and buy all the lingerie you want. I should put that in my will.”
“Daddy,” Credence gasped, embarrassed. “You are not.”
“Found it!” Newt crowed in glee, holding a strange amber packet of...something?
“That wasn’t the lube that got all tacky, right?” Percival squirmed. That had been an awkward night.
“Nope.” Newt grinned, biting the packet open and holding it under Credence’s nose. Credence beamed.
“Maple syrup?”
Oh no. No, that was not going on his dick.
“Not quite. Just a lube that tastes just like it. Perfectly safe!”
Well, it wouldn’t be the worst way to die, all things considered.
“Color?”
“Green. Well, wait. Does it have sugar in it?”
“None. It won't hurt you at all.”
“Alright.”
Newt dumped about half over him, Credence making a little noise of surprise and hurriedly licking it up off his -
“Oh my god. Oh my - god!”
Newt looked quite pleased with himself. He leaned in to kiss Percival, Credence’s wet slurping a lovely little tune.
Credence felt much better. He got to lick up all that yummy stuff, and hear Daddy begging. This was way easy.
“You can use your hands, Credence.”
Credence had completely forgotten. Once his shaft was all clean, Credence tentatively wrapped his hands around it. He could feel Daddy’s heartbeat.
“Is it still slick, or do you need more?”
Credence glanced up at them, and then cast the charm that made his hands all slippery.
“Fuck!”
Credence resumed his little kitten licks, lapping all over Daddy’s head as he awkwardly jerked his hands on his shaft.
“You don’t have to use both, he loves when you rub his balls.”
Credence wasn’t great at multitasking, but he’d try.
Percival’s thighs fell open wider, and his face was all screwed up. Credence's fingers brushed against the weird ring, and he tapped it.
“Mama?”
“Uh-huh?”
“What is this?”
“Just a little toy that makes Daddy last longer.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Ye-es.” Daddy moaned, as Credence twisted it around.
“No, it doesn’t. Daddy’s just dramatic.” Newt said, patting Percival’s cheek. “You’d look nice in it, some time. My horny little boy.”
Credence flushed, his cock twitching for the first time that evening. Newt eyed him, curiously.
“Do you like sucking on daddy?”
Credence nodded enthusiastically with the head still in his mouth. Percival’s hips pushed up before he remembered himself.
“But it doesn't arouse you…” Newt mused.
“I still really like it!” Credence said quickly, not wanting to make Daddy feel bad. “It’s nice.” Calming.
Newt nodded.
“When do you take it off? The - ring.”
Newt hummed, then looked to Percival.
“Credence.”
One word from Newt, and Credence snapped to attention. Newt smiled.
“Could you do something for me?”
“Y-yes, mama.”
“You can play however you like, but when I say so, you have to take your hands off, okay?”
“Oh, shit.” Percival groaned, understanding something Credence didn’t.
“Color?”
“Green. Also, fuck you.”
“Oh, you love it.”
“Fuck. Fuck, I do. Credence, please touch me. Please.”
Credence jumped. He’d never heard Daddy sound like that before. He looked at Mama, instead. Newt nodded.
“Okay, um - wait,” Credence jerked his hands away. “Can you say something if I mess up?”
“Credence I’m gonna die-“
“Answer the question, Percival.”
“Y - es, I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.”
It was different than earlier. Daddy’s - manhood was all red and straining, all thick and - and ripe. Credence flushed, dragging his index finger down the head and letting go, seeing it spring back.
“Ha - h, hello. That’s my dick.”
Newt snorted, slapping his bicep.
“Daddy is very, very sensitive there. See?”
Credence’s eyes flicked up to Daddy. He was all flushed and sweaty, but he seemed pretty happy about it.
“Green. S’okay, honey.”
“Let me show you.” Newt said, leaning down. He slid Percival’s foreskin up until it rigged over the head of Percival’s cock, and then slid it down. Credence leaned forward, slurping a bit of the skin into his mouth.
He could hear noises above him, but he was focused on something else.
Credence leaned back again. He could do anything he wanted, but what should he do? He liked when his balls were touched, did Daddy?
One way to find out.
Credence cupped them in his hand, feeling the weird hair and the wrinkly skin. Above him, he heard panting. He started rubbing them, curious.
“Ah, ah - ah…”
Credence licked them shyly, feeling the cock ring under his tongue. This felt good, right? Those were happy noises.
Credence hummed, letting the vibrations sink into Daddy’s sack.
“God!”
Credence felt a hand pet his hair, and looked to see Mama smiling at him.
“Wonderful. Keep going.”
Credence flushed, keeping eye contact as he opened his mouth and let Daddy’s balls sit on his tongue.
“Good boy. Very good.”
Percival made a little squeaking noise.
Credence licked them all over, liking how they rolled around and how Daddy’s cock rested against his face. It felt so hard against him, so he nuzzled his cheek against Daddy’s flesh. He slurped his mouth free.
“Does it hurt, Daddy?”
“Oh, God yes.” Percival moaned.
Credence pulled away, and decided to try something new. He kissed his way up Daddy’s shaft, and planted a firm kiss to his head, letting his tongue flatten out to lick him in wide, thick strokes.
“Shit, shit, shit-“
“Language, Percival.” Newt said, faint delight in his voice.
Credence sucked the head into his mouth, but Daddy didn’t make the same noises, so Credence went back to licking, pressing his tongue against he squishy flesh and humming.
“Newt, baby, Crede - nce…”
Credence’s jaw was getting tired. He should probably use his hands, now.
“Want me to get some nice slick, baby?”
Credence hummed thoughtfully, then let his mouth water, his saliva dripping down Daddy’s shaft.
“Or that. That works.”
Credence dropped his hand to the shaft, tugging him up and down.
“Mama?”
“Mm, baby?” Newt said, as though this was a casual conversation over tea and not over Daddy’s desperate moans.
“Can you - I’m scared I’m not gonna take my hands off in time.” Credence blushed.
“Do you want me to take over touching?”
“Yes please, mama.”
Newt summoned some slick, rubbing it over Percival’s cock.
“Do you still want that, Percy?”
“Green. Fuck.”
Newt hummed, and began to jack Daddy off so quickly, tugging at him and rolling his wrist at the head. Credence watched, mesmerized, leaning down to kiss Daddy’s balls again.
“C’mon, darling.”
Credence closed his eyes, listening to the slap of skin and heavy breathing. He suckled and licked lower, and lower, and…
“Fuck-!”
Credence licked over the wrinkled skin of Daddy’s hole, humming and kissing.
“Newt-“
Newt spelled the cockring off, jerking and jerking -
“Credence, love, back up, now.”
Percival threw his head back as his hips jerked up and Mama - took his hands off?
Credence watched in rapt attention as Daddy’s cocked bobbed and jerked on its own. He flinched, squeezing his eyes shut as ropes of cum splattered against his face, in his hair.
“Oh, oh - shit!”
Newt rubbed Percival’s abdomen, which tightened and released with each spurt. Daddy writhed and moaned, his red cock softening and drooling a few last drops.
Credence sighed.
“Ow.” Percival groaned. He went limp against the couch as Newt stroked his shoulders and kissed his cheek. “Okay, fuck.”