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For half an hour the two of them laid side by side in bed, Percival relaxing as Newt ran his fingers tenderly over his chest, kissing his shoulder and his lips. They just enjoyed each other's company, before Percival lifted his head up to look at Newt curiously.
"So how did you ask her?" He asked. "I mean, did you just start off by going 'I want you to organise an orgy for your sister's boss'?"

"She's a mindreader." Newt answered. "I went to ask her, and she looked up from her desk, and you know what she said to me?"
"What?" Percival asked.
Newt chuckled, and tried to do his best American accent.
"Oh sweetie, that isn't the weirdest thing I've been asked this week." Judging by Percival's expression, it wasn't a particularly good accent. Percival shook his head and smiled.
"I can't believe you went to her about this."
"Who else could I possibly go to?" Newt asked with a fond smile. Percival laughed after a moment, and wrapped his arms around Newt.
"You are the most incredible man that I have ever seen." Percival said fondly.
Newt smiled.
"We need to get you a mirror." He kissed Percival once more, then turned to him curiously. "Think you're ready for your present?"

"I think so." Percival nodded. Newt stood up, walking around the bed, and then gestured for Percival to get to his feet.
"Come on." He ordered. "Need you to get up, things aren't quite ready yet."
"How do you want me?" Percival asked as he moved to stand beside his lover.
"You'll find out-" Newt waved his wand over the bed and it transformed, changing from a bed to a different type of furniture entirely, a bench with two leg rests. Percival blushed a little, glancing at Newt.

Newt smiled at him.
"Now, can you get over that for me?" He asked, rubbing his hand over Percival's back. Percival nodded, moving to rest his legs on the bracers, leaning over the bench, his ass up, the padding against his chest. It put him at just the right height for what Newt had planned. Newt walked around him, wand tapping at his ankles and his wrists, straps sliding out to secure him.
"You've had practice at this?" Percival asked curiously. Newt shrugged.
"Only in the last week. Wanted to get it right." He reached for Percival's hand, and squeezed it gently, their fingers interlocking. "Is it comfortable? We can change it if you want..."
"It's comfortable." Percival agreed, squeezing his hand back.

"And how are you feeling?"
"A little exposed." Percival murmured, and Newt leaned in to kiss him.
"You look beautiful. You want this to stop, it stops, okay?"
Percival nodded, and Newt could see that even if he felt vulnerable, he was enjoying the vulnerability.

"So what now?"
"There are some men that Queenie and I trust in the next room. None of them are your direct subordinates. I can tell you who they are, or it can be a surprise... If you wanted, I could blindfold you. They've all said they're okay with that, and you're going to just be here, you're going to take it, get fucked out." Newt pressed a kiss to Percival's shoulder. "They are waiting for you. But I'll be there to take care of you. Hold your hand through the whole thing..."

Percival groaned, rocking against the bench.
"Blindfold." He requested, and Newt kissed him again. He blindfolded him with a clean white piece of silk draped over Percival's eyes, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Percival's ear.
"You look stunning." Newt told him softly. "You look so beautiful like that. You're going to get all fucked out, and then whenever you get driven to touch yourself, you'll have this memory. And I can talk you through it, just like I'm going to talk you through this. Does that sound good?"
"Yeah..." Percival murmured fondly. "Yeah that sounds amazing."

"My brilliant Percival." Newt said gently. "You just stay there for a little while, and I'll go and get them, okay?" He reluctantly left Percival on the bench, glancing back over his shoulder to check that Percival was still where he positioned him. "If anything gets uncomfortable, you just say for me, okay?"
"I'll say." Percival agreed. Newt blew a kiss towards him, and slipped into the adjoining room.

Abernathy and Hales were there, as were four other men. Newt nodded a greeting to each of them.
"He said he'd rather have the blindfold." He informed them. "If it gets too much for him, at any point, we stop."
They all agreed and Newt led them through.

"Hello Percival." He said softly to him. "You're doing well. I've brought some friends here." Newt smiled, and crossed the distance to his lover, gently stroking his fingers through Percival's hair, vanishing the last of the pommade so that the strands were soft to the touch. "I'm going to take good care of you this evening. Now, our friends are here, and one of them is going to start by fingering you open, does that sound alright?"

Newt nodded to Garsen, who moved behind Percival, stroking his hand over Percival's thigh. Newt passed him the lube.
"Take it slowly, okay?" Newt ordered Garsen as he rubbed Percival's shoulder. "He's going to be feeling this enough as it is... Now, beautiful, do you want to know how many men are here waiting to make you feel good?"
Percival nodded, moaning and looking hopeful, twisting his body up towards Newt's hand, and shivering a little.

He crouched down, pressing his lips to Percival's ear, whispering against the soft skin.
"Six. Does that sound good to you?" Newt whispered, and Percival groaned loudly, rocking against the finger that was pressing into him.

Newt smiled down at him fondly.
"You're so beautiful like that." He promised Percival, reaching to stroke his hair. "You're going to be so good for me, aren't you? You're going to make such lovely noises, and I get to see you looking stunning..." Newt turned to Garsen. "You can do more of this if you want. He needs some more, he wants to be filled..."

Garsen added another finger, and Newt felt Percival shudder beneath his touch.
"You can take it, can't you gorgeous?" Newt asked, and Percival nodded, moaning out as Garsen pushed into his body. Newt watched him fondly, seeing how Percival arched up as far as the bonds would allow him. "There we go... There we go...." He stroked Percival's hair. "How does that feel? Does that feel good?"

"It feels good." Percival moaned, and Newt could see he was very much enjoying being the centre of attention. Looking at the others, he could see that several of them were already stroking themselves. Newt smiled.
"All of these gorgeous men want to see how good they can make you feel. They are enjoying looking at you Perce, they're watching and wishing they got to be in you..."

Percival rocked again, and Garsen groaned behind him.
"Yeah, like that..." The other man muttered. Newt smiled, rubbing Percival's back.
"See, you're doing it just right dear... now, there's six here, and I wonder, do you think you could help another one of them out with your mouth? You like that, don't you?"
Percival nodded, opening his mouth and licking his lips. Newt gestured Dubois forwards, and the man eagerly slipped his trousers and underwear down, his cock standing erect. He moved so that he was close to Percival, his cock brushing against Percival's lips. Percival leaned up to try and lick him.

Newt guided Percival, his fingers tangling in Percival's hair as he helped him to where Dubois' was waiting.
"There we go, just there, now, that's it, open your mouth, let him feel good..." Newt instructed tenderly. "That's it. You're doing really well." He reached down, and tangled his fingers with Percival's own. Percival squeezed softly and Newt squeezed back. "If anything gets too much, you let go of me okay?"
Percival squeezed tighter in response, his mouth open around Dubois' cock.

"You are doing so well..." Newt encouraged, seeing how Percival leaned into that praise, moaning around Dubois in his mouth. "I am so proud of you Percival." Newt said softly, watching as Garsen climaxed, his hands gripping Percival's hips. Percival arched up, his pleasure spilling from him. Newt used his spare hand to rub Percival's back. "You are doing so well." He murmured. "Think you can take another one?"

Percival's mouth might have been full, but the noise he made was very enthusiastic. Newt smiled down at him. "You heard him. Do you want the next go?" He asked Reenu, seeing the younger man stepping forwards. He was clearly nervous, his cock a little larger than those Percival had already taken. Newt rubbed Percival's back as the man pushed into him.
"There we go." He encouraged him. "You can take another, can't you..."

Percival wasn't hard any more, but he was still moaning eagerly, and Dubois climaxed in Percival's mouth. Percival swallowed it down, and Newt stroked his throat encouragingly.
"That's so good, isn't it? Two down, and one more inside you... my clever gorgeous man..." Newt praised, feeling Percival leaning into every gentle comment, hopeful. He was enjoying this, helping Percival feel good. He didn't want to do the sexual side of things with him, but he enjoyed watching the bliss that was playing across Percival's face at that moment.
"You're doing so well..." He praised as Percival licked Dubois clean.

Reenu's hands ran over Percival's back as he fucked into him. Newt smiled.
"See, when he finishes, we're going to have one more person in your ass, and then, well, my beautiful man, do you think that you could take any more?" Newt asked. Percival licked his lips and frowned.
"That's... that's four, isn't it?" He asked. "You said six?" He swallowed and Newt smiled at him.

"I'm pretty impressed you were able to work that out right now..." Newt teased fondly, stroking his hair again. "But yes, that's four.. After that, I want to see just how fucked out you can get..."
Percival moaned, and Newt smiled.
"Remember Hales and Abernathy from earlier?"

Percival groaned.
"Hardly going to forget what that was like."
"You're going to get fucked by both of them. At the same time." Newt explained, and Percival's hand grasped his own tighter. Newt carried on murmuring praise as Reenu took pleasure from him, and as Kettern took his. By the time that Kettern climaxed with a yell, Percival was laying bonelessly on the bench, his heart racing. He was panting softly, and Newt waved Abernathy and Hales away for a moment.
"He needs to get his breath back." He leaned in and kissed Percival, tasting Dubois’ climax on Percival's tongue.

"You are doing so well Percival. You are so perfect. Do you think you can take just a little more?" He asked. "I know you wanted to be all fucked out, and you are, aren't you. This all feels good for you... but you can take two more for me can't you?"
Percival nodded, still clutching for Newt's hand. Newt rubbed his back fondly.
"You are doing great." Newt reassured him, and then smiled. "Now, if they're both going to take you, then you are going to need to take deep breaths for me, and I don't think you're quite in the best position right now..."

Newt released Percival from his bonds, and watched as Abernathy and Hale got into position. Newt lead Percival to where they were waiting. Percival wobbled slightly as he got onto his feet, climax leaking down his thighs. Newt pulled him close for a moment, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“You doing okay?” Newt asked, and Percival nodded quickly, nuzzling into Newt’s touch.
"I want you to ride them to start with, does that sound good?" Newt prompted. "I know you are tired, but you're doing so well..."
Percival moaned softly, but leaned against Newt's hand, let him guide him into place. Newt slowly guided Percival down onto the waiting cocks, Abernathy reaching up to stretch him as Newt pressed gentle kisses to his ear.

Percival lowered himself slowly, panting softly, whimpering with need. Newt squeezed his hand encouragingly.
"That's it, that's it beautiful. You are so perfect." Newt leaned in and kissed him, giving him a moment to catch his breath. Hales shifted slightly beneath him, and Percival whimpered, gasping against Newt’s lips. Slowly, Percival started to rock against the two of them, soft whimpering coming out with every movement. "Deep breaths, that's it... there we go, you look so stunning, I'm so proud of you..." He encouraged. Percival whimpered again, and Newt took pity on him. "I think he's pretty tired boys. If we move him to the bed, you can carry on, can't you?"

At Abernathy and Hales' agreement, Newt transfigured the bed back into itself. Percival half collapsed against it, Abernathy and Hales pulling out for a moment before laying back down on the bed, continuing to fuck him. Newt carefully moved Percival so that his head was resting on Newt's lap, stroking his cheek gently.
"That's it." He praised him. "You're doing so perfectly for me beautiful. Taking it so well..." He could feel dampness beneath the blindfold, as Percival sobbed wordlessly, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Doing so wonderfully..."

It wasn't long before Hales and Abernathy climaxed together, filling Percival. The two of them pulled out, and Newt moved so that he was lying beneath Percival. He could feel the hot fluid seeping from Percival onto his thigh, but this once he would allow it. Percival was enjoying every moment of it, so he was happy to oblige him. The other six left the room, Abernathy flashing Newt a quick thumbs up, leaving the two of them together on the bed.
"You had fun?" Newt asked, and Percival nodded slowly. Newt smiled, leaning in and slipping the blindfold away.

Newt would never forget the way that Percival looked up at him at that moment, eyes wide and full of emotion. He gazed at him gently, and he leaned in and kissed him after a moment.
"You did so well..." He praised Percival, stroking his hair. "Now, can I take care of you?"

Percival blinked up at him.
"You already took care of me."
Newt kissed him again, committing Percival's expression to memory.
"I'm going to talk to you about this if you like, next time you want to touch yourself, how does that sound?"
Percival nodded enthusiastically, even though he was clearly quite tired. Newt reached out for his wand, quickly spelling Percival so that he wouldn't be too heavy for him to lift, and then carried him to the bathroom.

The bath was filled with warm water, scented with flowers. He climbed in, cuddling Percival against his chest. He kissed Percival gently.
"Was that good?"
"It was." Percival agreed. "Thank you. This was... the most amazing gift..." Percival yawned, pressing into Newt’s touch and shivering a little, eyes half-closed from exhaustion.

Newt reached for the flannel, beginning to wash Percival clean.
"I love you Percival Graves."
"I love you too." Percival answered. Newt cuddled up in the warm water for a little longer, before lifting Percival, guiding him to the bed. He waved his wand, cleaning the sheets and making the bed. Newt smiled and cuddled down against him, wrapping a blanket around both of them.
(AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10727088)