AN: thanks for leaving reviews! I have most chapters of this fic already writting and waiting in cue! for those asking for the update here's the longest chapter ever! with a nice smut waiting at the end xd enjoy!
chapter 7
The next morning was sunday, Percival woke up finding himself alone on his bed as always, but then remembered that he had gone to bed with someone else.
"Credence?" He called looking around his room, a bit worried, but to his relief the boy's head peered out of the bathroom door. "Are you okay, Credence?." He asked at seeing his troubled expression.
Credence hesitated, but entered the room blushing and with his pants in a ball between his hands.
"I….I had an accident…" He said shyly at last.
Graves stared at him, sighing, how on earth could that boy have any cum still inside after everything they did the day before? He made him a sign to come over to the bed. Credence sat right next to him and the man handed him his wand.
"I think this will be an opportunity to teach you that spell you wanted, repeat after me: Tergeo."
He took Credence's wrist and gently guided his movements while he held the wand.
"Tergeo…"
Tapping the pants with the tip of his wand he tried to make the stains disappear, but examining it closer he saw that it was still a bit damp.
"Don't worry, just try again, dear." Encouraged Mr Graves peering over his shoulder and kissing softly the back of his neck on the way.
"Tergeo!" Said the boy, more confidently this time, and to his surprise managed to make the pants perfectly dry and clean again. "Thank you, Mr Graves…" He said putting them on again with flushed cheeks and getting back into bed, where the man was waiting to hold him in his arms.
"You're so lovely, Credence...I've had a great idea for us today, instead of spending the hours trapped in the library like yesterday we could go outside and enjoy the sunny day. You see I think that you need to exercise in some way, to release your energy and build your strength, and it will also help you concentrate too. "
"You mean...like some kind of sport?" Asked Credence blushing again, knowing that he'd never done anything remotely similar to exercise and that his clumsiness would make him the laughing stock of any team he dared to join.
"Yes, but don't give me that look, you're going to like what I've got to show you, let's go have some breakfast now."
Graves got them both dressed pretty fast this time, without any bows or vests and with more casual attires to go take a stroll at the park later.
"Will you teach me these spells too, mr Graves?" Said Credence, impressed with the fast wand moves of his tutor.
"Well, these are not for beginners, Credence...but I've got the feeling you'll get to them pretty soon, you're a fast learner." He complimented him in return, summoning a comb to fix his hair and his own too.
Credence loved getting groomed by him, sometimes he imagined what would his childhood have been like if that man had been his father, and it hurt so much that he just had to focus on something else so as not to cry.
At the table, Percival showed Credence The New York Ghost and explained him about the moving pictures and some of the magical news, but what interested him most were the curious advertising in the last pages, so he gave them to him while he read the main articles.
When they finished eating they went to the door, where Percival summoned their jackets and together walked out to the elevator. At the street they didn't get in any car and just started heading towards Central Park, just a couple blocks away.
"I think it's important for you to immerse yourself in the magical community, Credence, so this will be a nice chance to show you a bit more about our lifestyle." He said while strolling around in the green roads of the park, which was full of people dressed in sunday attires, many of them with strange robes and hats.
"Are all this people witches and wizards too…?" Asked Credence looking all around impressed by the ever increasing amount of people in that part of the park.
"Well, yes...right now we're on magical grounds of the park, where events only for witches and wizards take place, that means that no-majs can't get close nor see what is happening here, there are other such places all over the city for us to have some freedom to be ourselves."
Credence couldn't suppress a wide smile at seeing so much people, ladies, gentlemen, kids running around, laughing and playing with magic toys, old men with long white beards dragging their robes on the grass. And ahead of them he could see a strange field surrounded by grades and small flying things up in the air.
"What kind of events do you mean?" He asked without taking his gaze from the flying figures in the sky, at first he thought they were just birds, but now that he was closer he saw that they were too big for that.
"This is a Quidditch match, Credence...a magical sport you need to know about." Said the man smiling broadly at Credence's disbelieving look.
"There's...there's people flying over there!" He said debating between horror and awe. "How…?!"
Percival laughed and held him close to kiss his head while the boy just stared open mouthed at the flying players up above the green field, he held his hand to take him to the grades where all the other people were heading to.
They walked towards the nearest grade and sat at the farthest up corner so they didn't have to tilt his head up all the time. Percival hasn't been to a Quidditch match in years, the last time he remembered was when he took his 8 years old twin nephews to the finals of the American cup, and he felt Credence was as impressed as the little girls had been at seeing the Quidditch field for the first time.
"This is a sport?!" Asked Credence still following with wide eyes how players flew high up in the air, no one seemed to be playing nothing yet, but it was clear there seemed to be two teams with different colored uniforms.
"Yes, Quidditch is the most popular game amongst wizards in the world, it's even played at schools, I myself played during my years at Ilvermorny for the serpents…"
"You did?!" Interrupted Credence getting more excited by the minute.
"Yes, I was young once, you know?" Said Percival laughing and pinching his cheek playfully.
When the match began at last, the man had already explained the basic rules of the game and Credence was following every move with such enthusiasm that Percival just couldn't take his eyes off of him. He tried to explain as many things as he remembered about offensive formations, flying techniques and everything Credence asked about. It wasn't that great of a match really, but the boy made it incredibly fascinating to watch, his excitement was contagious and they both had a great time.
At the end Percival bought Credence a caramel apple to have on the walk home, but the boy just couldn't take more than a few bites, for he had too many questions and things to say.
"Will you teach me to fly too?" He asked when they were at the elevator again.
"That's not part of your academic schedule…" Teased Graves, and seeing the disheartened look on his eyes he quickly added: "but I'll see to find a spot for you to practice some flying."
"Really...? Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you…!" Credence was out of himself in joy, he just wouldn't believe this day could be as amazing as the day before, but when they entered the apartment, the osprey brought a small letter to Mr Graves, who frowned slightly at reading it.
He motioned Credence to follow him to the room, where he looked at him with a serious face.
"It's a note from Porpentina Goldstein, do you remember her?"
The boy felt a funny feeling at hearing that name, as if it should ring a bell, but he just couldn't find any face to match it with.
"I don't think so…" He answered dubiously.
"Yeah, I suppose you wouldn't, we obliviated you and your mother that day. Come sit here with me, I'll explain."
Credence followed him to the small bench at the foot of the bed, they sat there together, Mr Graves put a hand over Credence's knee.
"A couple months ago, one of the auror at my office came to talk to me about the Second Salemers Philanthropic Society, that auror was Goldstein. She told me that your mother was a fanatic woman that used to boast publicly about the existence of witches and wizards in New York, and that we should investigate her closer to decide whether or not she posed a threat for the statute of secrecy. So I gave her permission to do so as long as she was careful not to act recklessly. And watching your family closer she saw the way your mother abused you…"
Percival noticed how Credence's expression darkened at this, so he held him in an embrace, caressing the palms of his hands softly on his lap.
"But Goldstein just couldn't stand and watch it from afar, so one day, when your mother was about to beat you she apparated in front of you in your room and stunned her to protect you."
At this part thick tears were rolling down his young cheeks, and he gripped Grave's hand with his own trembling hands, remembering all too well the pain of those beatings.
"The memory I have of that day is foggy, I couldn't understand why she didn't punish me in the end." He said holding on a sob, in pure disbelief that someone had ever tried to help him.
"That's because we were forced to erase that incident from both of you. When an auror uses magic against a no-maj I'm made aware of it immediately and we have to make a file of the incident and its consequences, we had to obliviate you and I was forced to relegate Goldstein to a lower department where she wouldn't have to interact with no-majs and we forbad her to go see you again. I know it was a harsh punishment when she only wanted to help you, but we wizards cannot use our magic against no-majs without very significant excuses. I pleaded her case stating your situation to our superiors but they didn't think it was substantial enough, so she asked me to take a look on you every now and then to know if you were okay. That's when I started meeting with you, Credence...and I could feel a very strong magical power surrounding you, which allowed me to take more bold steps in the investigation.
"You...you mean, it was thanks to her that we came to know each other…?" Asked Credence shyly now that his crying had stopped.
"Yes, in part...but if you had just been like any other no-maj, it would have been impossible for me to do nothing for you…" Percival brought him up to sit on his lap, whispering in his ears and kissing his jaw tenderly. "In her note she asks me about you, if I know where you are and if I could take you to Chastity and Mary Lou's funeral tomorrow."
Credence stiffened at hearing this, explaining to Graves how he hadn't even thought about their funeral yet, and Modesty, he didn't even know where she was nor if she was okay.
"Shhh, we can ask Tina if she knows something about her, okay? we can talk to her now if you want…" Soothed him at seeing the boy at the verge of tears again.
They went to the study where Percival had a grand fireplace, and explaining about the flu powder, he demonstrated how throwing a handful in the fire he could contact with other people's fireplaces, just like some of those modern phones the rich had.
"Miss Goldstein, are you home? Porpentina, it's Percival Graves." Said Graves at the fire flames.
They waited for a few minutes until the head of a beautiful woman peered at them from the flames, smiling delighted.
"Mr Graves, what a pleasure to hear from you!" Said the woman with a high pitched voice.
"Miss Goldstein, I'm glad to see you too, is your sister with you? I've got some important matters to discuss with her."
"Oh, oh sure, I think she's in her room, let me go get her." She smiled again before disappearing, and a few seconds later another face appeared at the fire.
"Graves, I've been trying to ask you about Credence all week but they always told me you were so busy…"
Credence watched Tina's face in the flames but still it was unfamiliar to him, and yet he felt a jolt at seeing her, now that he knew what she did for him.
"Goldstein, I have Credence with me, you have nothing to worry about, he's fine…"
"Oh, right, hello there, Credence!" Said the woman with a gentle smile, becoming aware of him.
"Hello…"
"Goldstein, we wanted to ask if you knew anything about Modesty, Credence's sister." Pressed Percival seeing that Credence was growing anxious by the second.
"Right, Modesty, I think I heard the police found her at her birth place, she was very scared but after some days in the hospital she was adopted by a young couple of no-majs...I'm sure she'll be glad to see that you're fine, Credence"
"And about the funeral, where will it take place?" Asked Graves, holding Credence's hand in his to help him relax now that they knew the girl was fine.
"Yes, the funeral is tomorrow at ten in st. Louis chapel I'm sure the no-majs communicated this to Modesty too, so maybe she'll be there."
Percival thanked her and bade her good day so he and Credence could talk about it alone, he still wasn't sure if the boy wanted to go to the funeral.
"Are you okay, Credence? You don't have to go to that funeral if you don't want to."
"I don't know what to do, I need to see Modesty, but she was so afraid of me...I don't think she'd want to see me ever again…" His soft voice broke at the end and he buried his face in Grave's chest.
"Shhh...don't say that, darling, I'm sure it'll be best if we go and you talk to her, so she can see that you are okay and you are the same Credence she loved, what do you say?"
"Yes...maybe that's right...will you go with me, Mr Graves? I'm not sure I can do it alone.."
"Of course I will, Credence, I'll do whatever you ask of me, you're my boy now…" He caressed his wet cheeks and stroked his lips with his strong hand, kissing his temple lovingly. And Credence loved the way he said those last words, he was his boy now and nothing could hurt him anymore, and he could feel his heart swelling with love for him.
Graves took him to the dining room to have lunch together, and to his relief the boy looked a bit more relaxed already so they could go back to talking about Quidditch.
"Well, I'm not really that fan of sports you know? Nor quidditch, either. But the glory of being in one of the Ilvermorny teams was not something I could resist, so I ended up playing beater at my fourth year, I was pretty strong back then...and the ladies loved beaters, of course."
Credence at hearing this just couldn't hide his surprise, his face turned completely red, and Percival asked if he was feeling alright.
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine...it's just that...well, I thought you only...you only liked boys, like me…"
This statement took all of Credence's courage to make, and Graves smiled.
"You've never liked girls, Credence?"
"I...well, I think not... maybe that's why Ma punished me harder than my sisters, I think she knew there was something wrong with me…"
Graves wiped his smile at hearing this, and once more had to bring him to sit on his lap, embracing his waist softly.
"There's nothing wrong in liking boys, Credence, I know lots of men who don't like women, and with time you'll know some too, it's perfectly normal...but when I was your age I just didn't know what I liked as clearly as you do, so I kind of liked them both. With time I discovered I liked boys best I think… But don't ever let anyone tell you that you're wrong, love can never be wrong...alright?"
"But at school and at church...they're always telling us about how wrong sodomites are and that the only true love is between a husband and his wife…"
"They say those things because they are backwards, Credence...they need to believe in a god that tells them what's wrong or right, whom to love and how to love them. But us wizards are much more civil to each other and we don't have to hide our feelings."
"Then...at that Ilvermorny school you went...they didn't punish you for being different...?"
"No, I wasn't any different than my friends at Ilvermorny...I was where I belonged, and you had a hard time among no-majs because you didn't belong there, you were far better than all of them and they failed to see how special you are. But now with me you can be yourself, Credence, and love whomever you want."
He stared deep in his black eyes, waiting for an answer, maybe now the boy would get the courage enough to talk about his feelings. Credence was looking him in that longing way, biting lightly on his beautiful lower lip, clearly debating what to say, but minutes passed by, and he just flushed red, sitting there on his lap.
"Do you like me, Credence? Do you like living here?" Asked Percival at last, brushing his thumb over his wet lip.
"I do...very much…" Credence looked down, with his tongue licked shyly on that thumb, bringing it into his mouth eroticaly.
"Merlin, boy you are driving me crazy...I think I told you not to tempt me until nightfall…" Said huskily Mr Graves, without taking his eyes from his lips.
"I said I wasn't able to hold on that much…" Credence released his finger but held onto his shoulders with both arms, bringing his hips closer to grind over Graves's hardening groin.
"Tell me something, Credence, do you know what a sodomite is?" Asked Percival grabbing his ass gently, enjoying the slow movements of the grinding too.
"It's a man that only loves other men…" Credence answered in a whisper with eyes closed, inhaling deeply in the scent of Mr Graves's neck and hair.
"Yeah, but there is more to it...do you know what sex is?"
Percival stopped him and held his face to look him in the eyes, waiting for his answer.
"No…" Credence just couldn't understand why was he asking so much questions. And Percival suddenly seemed to change his mind, pushing him softly away to get up from the table, all passion lost.
"Right, maybe it's still soon for you, dear…" He straightened his clothes, trying to turn away from the boy, but he held his hands, pressing his body against him again, pleadingly.
"No, no, please tell me about it… I need to know, please I beg you…" He suspected it could be one of those things Mr Graves wanted to do to him, he didn't care what it was, nor if it was the absolute condemnation, Credence just couldn't afford to lose him.
"Don't rush it, sweetheart… You'll find out eventually, I want you to enjoy the ride too." he held him in a tight embrace, trying to comfort him.
He looked at his pleading eyes, he was in the verge of tears now, and Percival just couldn't understand what was wrong with him.
In the past he wouldn't hesitate to fuck every boy that looked at him like that, he would press them hard onto the table and rip their pants open to give them what they asked for. And despite not knowing what it was, Credence was asking for it too, he needed to feel him under his skin, his body ached for it so bad…
He had to be careful with Credence, measure every step, because his own control could betray him. The night before he had him in front of him, offering his mouth for him to fuck and Percival could just think on how sweet his throat would feel tightening under his fingers, choking on his cock. Thankfully he managed to be gentle on him, but it took all of his concentration to do so.
Just thinking about it made him want to explode the whole room to splinters.
"Let me taste you at least…" Begged Credence in his ear, holding his neck with trembling fingers, eyeing him with heavy lids.
"Taste what?" Teased Percival, breathing into his mouth, holding the kiss out of his reach.
"Your...your cock... Please let me have it…" Credence tried to catch his lips in tender kisses, his mind completely fogged with desire.
"yeah, and how do you want it? Like yesterday?"
"No...I want to lick it...slowly this time...tasting it…"
Percival had been avoiding that thought, but at hearing such words he just had to take a deep breath, and without resisting anymore he apparated them both to his room, where a thin sunlight ray fell across the heavy curtains over the bed.
"Such dirty thoughts, Credence...you're a very naughty boy, and I love naughty…" He told him bringing him onto the mattress.
"You… you do?" Asked Credence flushing harder. He just couldn't resist the way his mature features darkened with pure lust, his eyes penetrated him and destroyed his train of thought completely, even in the semi darkness of the room he felt naked before him.
Graves was opening his own shirt button to button, exposing his chest' skin just for Credence, and the boy couldn't help to bring his shaking hands to brush the fabric open, revealing his beautiful muscles at last. He just dived over them, cupping his left pectoral with his hand and his right one with his mouth, sucking hard on his big nipple. Soon he couldn't stop his hand from roaming down to his groin, seizing the incredible shape of his cock under his pants.
"How impatient, dear...I'm not going anywhere, you can take your time…"
Percival just leant on the bed's head, watching closely the way his boy licked on his other nipple now, blushing but trying hard to maintain his calm while both his hands untucked his cock out of his underwear. And with lustful eyes he watched it growing even harder, extending over his lower belly, proud and unashamed.
"Do you like it…?" Whispered the man eyeing Credence, stroking his neck and hair, and forcing his chin up to meet his eyes.
"I love it...Mr Graves…" Credence felt his lower lip trembling at the sight of the man he loved half naked for him, allowing him to touch whatever he wanted, and he just couldn't close his eyes when kissing his mouth desperately. He was feeling over himself, dearing, taking what his body needed out of him, he didn't even recognized himself anymore. With his shaky hands he held Graves face to kiss him harder, feeling the rough skin of his jaw under his fingers.
"Well...where's that shy boy I took in a week ago...did you replace him? What did you do to him…?"
At that comment, Credence smiled unabashed, kissing him for the last time to go down again. The smell of his cock was driving him mad and he couldn't avoid it anymore. He kneeled between Graves's legs, pulling his trousers a bit lower to reach his balls but he just couldn't bring himself to fit them in his mouth like the man did to him the day before, so he just licked at them shyly, locking eyes with Percival to see if he disliked it. He felt his strong hand coming to stroke his hair slowly, he looked utterly relaxed and his cock had lost some size so he quickly roamed a bit further up.
"Shhh...do it slowly, sweetheart...with love…"
The soft voice of Mr Graves made his heart jolt at the sound of that word, he loved him so much he was about to cry from it, if only his mouth wasn't full of him he could have whispered it dangerously right there.
"Yeah, good boy...kiss it good…" Percival stared at him, watching his lips sliding over his skin slowly up toward the head of his cock. "Careful, now...baby boy...yeah, lick it just like that…"
Credence did as he instructed him, holding the base of his dick with a hand while his tongue licked his head all over, covering it in spit. He could feel his own cock twitching in his tight pants just by seeing Graves like that, just by hearing his low mellow voice...but didn't dare to take his spare hand down on himself, he wanted to concentrate on him.
"Take it now, slowly...Credence...yeah...open up some more…" Percival loved the way he obeyed him, staring back with those big dark eyes, he looked so innocent, and yet his mouth was already filthy with his precum. The boy was swallowing his cock whole, little by little, pulling up and down, further down each time, drooling on his hot skin to slide better every time.
And Graves moaned for him, with deep growls, holding his hair tighter in his fist but trying to stop himself from pulling him down hard and fast.
Credence was loving it almost as much as Percival, seeing him so turned on under his touch was a blessing he could only dream about, so he pushed himself to go faster, devouring his cock to it's base, gaggin on the back of his throat.
"Woah...oh God...oh, Credence that's...fuck, that's good...oh, don't fucking stop…"
Credence blushed at hearing him swearing, he was no longer whispering now, his moaning was louder, and his hand gripped on his neck hard, pushing him down harder. Percival was just about to come now, so he couldn't let him go, he had to keep him in place while his cock fucked that naughty mouth of him. At the moment he started cumming he pushed to the back of his throat, watching him gulp down all of his come, and when he finished he pulled slowly out of him, dripping some more over his red lips.
"You're beautiful."
Percival brought him up close on his chest again, hugging him, without taking his eyes out of his face, his cheeks burning hard and his eyes avoiding his stare, Credence sensually licked his lower lip clean, before diving in for a kiss.
"You too...I loved watching you…" Credence was more and more surprised at how open he was being lately, and Graves thought just the same, smiling proudly.
"How come every time we try to have a conversation we end up like this, Credence?" He teased him, brushing his hair back. "It's gotta be something you do, because never before had I had other men as hungry as you, you're going to be the death of me, boy."
Credence pouted lovely at this.
"Well I think it's gotta be you, because I hadn't even touched myself before coming here, and now I just can't stop thinking about it." He flushed harder than ever at saying that.
"Yeah, I bet you hadn't, maybe that's why you're always so hard...your cock's finally catching up…" Graves laughed and pushed Credence to the side, bringing his hand to his groin, feeling his bulge getting harder at the touch. "Look at you, always hard, always willing...you are the dream of any man, Credence, I'm not sure if I can let you out of my bed now, you should have thought about the consequences before agreeing so fast to my tutor proposal."
"Mr Graves…"
Credence smiled at this, his heart beating fast at the thought of never leaving that bed so full of Graves's smell, of his sweat… and before he realised the man was pulling his new shoes out of his feet, and after taking his socks off too he licked shamelessly the tender sole of his right foot, giving him a ticklish sensation. Then he tucked his pants down and out, tossing them to the floor, while Credence pulled his sweater over the head and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"You're so handsome, Credence...the hungrier you are the sexier you look…" Whispered Percival pulling his underwear down too, letting his young cock lay bare at last, free for him to lick all over.
And Credence just wasn't hearing anymore, his heavy breath and heartbeat deafening him at such glorious sight, he watched leaning on his elbows so as not to lose detail of his thin lips kissing the length of his cock. It was the dirtiest thing he could ever dream of, and Percival opened his mouth to show him the way his tongue brushed over the small hole overflowing with precum, right before swallowing him whole.
"Whoah...Mr Graves…that's...oh, I love that…!"
Percival knew exactly how to suck him, and did so with expert licking, masturbating him with his hand too, but the boy was too excited, his hips rocked hard against his chin, so instead of stopping his movements, he just rolled him over his face allowing him to be on top again. And swallowing his cock once more he pulled his hips over his face, letting him rock down ever harder.
Credence was moaning louder, he couldn't stop himself despite knowing that he was fucking his mouth now, but the man was too experienced at hard sucking so he didn't even gagged under him. And now he could hold the boy's ass with both hands, pushing him down harder, squeezing his sweet buttocks.
But the fun ended too soon for Percival's liking, and Credence spilled himself deep down his throat, stiffening and groaning with an incredible orgasm. He then collapsed to the side, sliding out of his mouth messily.
Breathless and dripping sweat, both hugged again on the bed, still amazed by each other.
After some minutes, Graves kissed him softly and stroked his head again, brushing off the damp hairs from his temple, locking eyes with him in the darkness of the room.
"Now, that's going to be enough sex for today, you be a good boy for the rest of the evening."
And Credence blushed slightly at recalling his words from before.
"So...this is what sex is…?" He asked in a whisper, smiling gingerly.
"Well, sex is more than this, but we could say it is too...I guess that when two people share their bodies with each other it can be called sex." Admitted Percival.
"So there is more to it...will you teach me, right? I need to know, please…"
"Sshhh now, I told you not to rush it, you're barely discovering your own body still...and you're so young Credence, so pure...but don't worry, I'll have you eventually, my cherry boy."
He tried to kiss him but Credence whispered against his lips
"Cherry…?"
"Shh shh, enough questions for today too, I told you to be a good boy and stop thinking about these things, didn't I?"
"Yes, but…"
Percival kissed him fiercely, stopping him from talking at last. And he just couldn't stop thinking that despite the frustration of having to wait, this boy was by far the most fun of all his lovers yet.
AN: please dont forget to leave a comment even if it's for critizicing, it's my first fic in english and I'm kind of nervous because it's so smutty xd thanks for reading!
