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Percival Graves/Any Male, daddykink
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(Anonymous) 2017-01-25 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)[FILL - 2/2] Re: Percival Graves/Any Male, daddykink
(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 02:43 am (UTC)(link)Percival let out a really dignified yelp when he was suddenly lifted off the ground, instinctively wrapping his limbs around Reggie to keep from being dropped – though, Reggie didn’t even look like he was struggling with his weight, and that made a hot flush come over him in the course of about two seconds. Merlin. He resettled his arms and legs more comfortably when that realization hit, pressed into the door, chest to chest (although, not bare skin to bare skin, dammit–), ankles locked around the man currently grinding the bulge in his pants just below Percival’s, good lord –
Reggie squeezed his ass once, then raised his head when Percival shuddered. His pupils were so blown he couldn’t see his irises. “Bed.”
And then they were moving.
Percival arched and clung tighter to him as he was carried, and refused to let go when he was laid down on the mattress – followed by Reggie – who took it in stride and leant back down to kiss under his chin, to drag his lips down his throat, all making Percival twist his hands in the shirt still hanging from his shoulders.
“Need you out of these clothes,” was murmured into his skin, and then the buttons of his shirt were being undone, the fabric opening under Reggie’s hands, and Percival’s grip faltered as his mouth followed the flesh being exposed, hot and almost branding. His head thunked back onto the bed, and he tugged at Reggie’s own shirt pointedly, almost pulling it up over the man’s head, much to his amusement. He’d stifled his laughter into Percival’s stomach, made it twitch and flutter and made him gasp, before reaching up and peeling his fingers from the cloth to pin them to the sheets on either side of his head. Percival swallowed around his dry throat at the move, arching slightly at the hot jolt that shot down his spine, and Reggie caught his eye, licking his bottom lip. Merlin. “Keep them there, Percival,” he said, voice rough, and Percival shuddered with the feeling that sent to his cock.
When Reggie let go, and knelt tall over him, he kept his hands right where he’d put them, clenched tightly in the sheets.
Reggie quickly shrugged out of his open shirt and tossed it aside, followed quickly (if a bit clumsily) by the rest of his clothing. Percival let out a choked moan at the sight of the man’s cock, hard and leaking and, god, perfect, and the other man just smirked at the sound and moved on to him. His belt was quickly loosened and thrown away, his trousers quickly unfastened and pulled down his legs, until all he was left in was his splayed open shirt, which Reggie didn’t touch.
He settled back between his legs, and Percival hooked them back around him, pulling him closer, hands shaking with the effort of keeping them in place, especially when his cock made sweet, sweet contact with the other’s stomach and he finally got some friction. It didn’t last for long, unfortunately; Reggie chuckled at his eagerness and propped himself up on his hands and knees to lean over and taste the sweat on his collarbone. Percival couldn’t find it in him to be embarrassed about the dismayed noise that came out of his throat when he lost that tiny moment of contact. “May I kiss you, Percival?”
Of course. Absolutely. Forever. “Yes,” he croaked, and was rewarded with what could only be described as the filthiest kiss he’d ever had. It was a lot of heat, a fair amount of saliva, and the occasional bite to his lips that made him buck into nothing and groan. The sheets in his hands must be protesting by now. “D-uhn.”
He felt the smile on Reggie’s lips against his own when they pulled apart to breathe, and he squirmed. “Now, now, Percival, patience is a virtue, you know.”
To fuck with patience. But Percival didn’t say that, because Reggie bent his knees and rolled his hips and Percival threw his head back at the delicious, delicious friction of the man rubbing his cock against his own. “D-ahh–”
“How good does it feel, Percival?” Reggie asked, breathless, rolling his hips again, and Percival let out a high-pitched noise he’d never heard come out of his mouth before, wondering how the other man could be this coherent when Percival was a right goddamn mess. “I want you to tell me.”
“So – so good, da-ah!” And that was Reggie, slithering a hand around to get between his thighs, bypassing his cock completely to brush, almost gently, over the patch of skin between his balls and christ because that was not a gentle brush anymore, that was him pressing two fingers into it like it was a goddamned button to make Percival jump and gasp and scream through clenched teeth. The electric shock that went straight to his dick was addicting.
“What was that?” Reggie asked, playing clueless and continuing to stroke on that sensitive skin, occasionally dipping further behind to circle his hole, and Percival was a shivering heap clinging to the sheets out of desperation.
“So good, so good, don’t stop, don’t–”
“I’m not planning on it,” he was told, before the fingers retreated, and Percival had a moment to whine because you fucking liar, except Reggie rolled his hips again, and Percival’s eyes squeezed shut from the renewed stimulation, and the fingers were back as soon as they’d left, now thoroughly wet and surprisingly warm.
Reggie took his sweet time opening him up, the fucking tease, because he could damn well hear the noises Percival was making and feel the way he was moving to try to get him to hurry the fuck up. He was kissing down his chest, tonguing at his nipples, nibbling on his hips, nuzzling his navel, and Percival wanted to kick him with the legs still wrapped around him but his body was too busy shivering to really listen to him all that well. One finger, than two – he went slowly enough and with enough lubrication that there was hardly any burn from the third, and he had a moment to be relieved and scandalized that the man hadn’t even come close to touching his prostate, in all that time. What was he good for, if he was fingering him this long purely for preparation?
Except the second he’d thought that, Reggie’s thumb pressed on that little patch of skin again, and Percival jolted and muffled his squeak behind his teeth. (Much to Reggie’s amusement, if the way he hid his laughter in Percival’s pelvic bone was anything to go on, which he thinks it is.)
“Patience, Percival,” was said again, and Percival huffed out a humorless laugh.
“Patience my ass,” he hissed, rocking back and forward again when Reggie twisted his fingers and spread them, just barely grazing his prostate as he did.
“Language,” was his simple explanation, and Percival was tempted to flip him off, but the way his hands were still white-knuckled in the sheets prevented that. He was grateful for having something solid to wrap his fingers around, then, what with Reggie’s hair being too short and skin being too damp with sweat to get a good grip on. He settled for scowling at the ceiling, which went unnoticed, since the other man was still focused on marking up his hips, leaving reddening flesh in his wake.
Didn’t stop him from letting out a frustrated groan when the man’s fingers left him, prompting another chuckle. He was back as soon as he’d left, propped on one elbow and using his other hand to guide his cock, and was able to start a single forward thrust when it was in place, not stopping, going slowly enough that any discomfort on Percival’s end settled to a dull burn as he moved. They were both almost stock still aside from Reggie’s hips, Percival from the effort of not shaking out of his skin because yes, fucking finally, fucking finally, and Reggie from, Percival figured, the fact that his patience only extended so far, and pushing his cock into someone took up most of it. He was still staring at the ceiling, and Reggie’s forehead was on his sternum, moving with his heavy breaths, and when he bottomed out Percival groaned, eyes slipping shut.
“Good?” was said into his chest, breathless, and Percival rolled his hips in an affirmative, but only really made Reggie grunt and jerk forward, which, while he didn’t get any deeper, made him whimper just the same. He hadn’t been fucked in merlin knows how long – over a decade, at least – and this was not how he’d been expecting this exchange to go. He guessed he’d gotten so used to being the dominant party when he had sex that he’d forgotten how it felt to be full like this. It was addicting, how the hell had he managed to abstain for so long–?
And then Reggie was pulling back – not far, but enough for Percival to grit to his teeth – and thrusting back in, and pulling back – farther, enough for Percival to almost be worried – and thrusting back in, and then there was a rhythm, gradually growing in speed but staying just as intense, and Percival was biting his lip hard enough to bleed. Reggie raised his head from where it had been on his chest and lifted the hand not holding him up to settle on the side of Percival’s neck, just resting there, palm on his pulse point, and Percival rolled his head into it, cracking his eyes open to peer at him. He looked fairly debauched, and if he looked like that lord knows how he looked.
“I want to hear you,” Reggie said, hoarse, his thrusts not faltering in the face of this new conversation, which, alright.
Percival’s teeth let go of his lip to groan, closing his eyes again and bucking into the next thrust, and Reggie’s thumb came up to rub his jaw. “I want to hear you, Percival.”
“D-Da-ahh…” was what came out, instinctively, and he had a moment to wonder, questioningly, what that was, before Reggie’s next thrust came in a bit more forceful than the rest and he sucked in a breath.
“Louder,” he was told, the hand on his neck so hot and so gentle compared to what was happening below the waist, and Percival swallowed around his dry throat.
“D-d…” he stuttered, wondering what was trying to come out, and, when Reggie pulled back to the near-tip and slammed back in, shoving him up the bed a few inches, Percival’s eyes flew open, and he gasped, “Daddy!”
And Reggie moaned, low and almost guttural, like it was pulled from him, and suddenly he was moving much faster, much harder, leaning down and almost bending Percival in half to kiss him, mostly just lips and teeth and god, god–
“Again,” was breathed against his lips, and Percival’s hands shook.
“Daddy…” It was drawn-out, this time, when Reggie’s hand moved from his neck down his chest, pausing to twist his nipples and make him jump and gasp, before continuing down to his cock, caught between their stomachs and leaking like that was its job. Percival was shaking, and the touch on his cock was almost too much. He squeezed his eyes shut when they started to burn.
“Again,” Reggie repeated, just as hotly, this time against his cheek when his lips moved to drag his teeth down to his jaw and neck, biting as he went, feeling like a brand on his skin.
“Daddy,” Percival whimpered, wanting so desperately to grab onto him with his hands, to feel his shoulders as he took him apart, to touch his face and bring him back up to kiss him. “Daddy, I need–”
“I know, darling,” he said, pausing from where he was sucking on his shoulder to speak. Percival shivered at the pet name. “I know what you need.” His hand twisted just-so, and Percival couldn’t muffle his scream. “Say it again, Percival, say it–”
“Daddy,” Percival whined, and let out a surprised, high-pitched wail when his next thrust was accompanied by an almost purposeful drag on his prostate, and his nerves went hot all over, and his stomach clenched, and Reggie pressed his thumb just under the head of his cock, right on that vein, and stars were bursting behind his eyelids, when had he squeezed his eyes shut, and he was throwing his head back and arching and –
He came back to himself when his fingers were being gingerly uncurled from the sheets, sore and slightly numb from being clenched so tightly for so long, and having feeling rubbed back into them by two bigger, softer hands. He hummed, feeling pleasantly sore all over, and kept his eyes closed as he rolled onto his side, towards the person radiating heat off of them like a furnace. The person just chuckled, brushing his hair back from where it had been semi-plastered to his forehead, and continued massaging his hands. He felt sweaty, still – not overly so, just a bit damp – but aside from that, he felt pretty clean. There certainly wasn’t any come on his stomach, or any trailing down his thighs, for that matter. His partner must have taken care of that. He should thank him, but his body was slowly coming back from the high, cooling down and keeping him comfortably drowsy. He didn’t feel like doing much of anything.
“Sleep,” he mumbled, prompting a huff of laughter.
“Yes, you can go back to sleep, Percival,” he was told, and, hell yes. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. You’re safe.”
That was all he needed to hear.
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I wasn't sure whether to end this with a cheeky embarrassed "I just had a one night stand with a stranger and called them daddy" morning after, or by revealing that they were already together/in an established relationship and this was just a little play scene between them, so I'll let you decide how this played out in the morning ;)
Re: [FILL - 2/2] Re: Percival Graves/Any Male, daddykink
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(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 02:41 am (UTC)(link)--
Percival had been content to sit at the bar and people watch the entire night, as far as he was concerned. His stony expression kept most potential suitors away, and those who were brave enough to approach him were often glared at until they left him alone with their tail between their legs. He’d come there to drink, found that that had lost all appeal the second the glass had been set in front of him, and was now babysitting the lukewarm beverage and making up stories for the strangers surrounding him. That redhead in the corner was gossiping to the blonde about how her boyfriend was cheating on her with the woman next door, a crotchety old hag who probably wanted him in a stew. The trio dancing in the center were in a poly relationship, but the girl didn’t know how to tell the boys she was pregnant just yet. The black man coming back from the restroom was – locking eyes with him. Percival, to avoid looking suspicious, kept himself from immediately looking away, and instead raised his half-full glass a bit in silent greeting before turning back to the crowd and taking a sip. The portly man at the end of the bar had a husband at home he was avoiding because he’d gambled away all their money, as evidenced by the one too many empty glasses in front of him in regret. The brunet on the dance floor –
“Hello,” an accented voice said, clear and sober and directed at him, and Percival hid his flinch at the unexpected presence rather well, all things considered. He’d gotten more jumpy, after The Incident, and not being able to hear someone come up to you when the entire area was loud with music and conversation was disconcerting. “Would you mind if I took this seat, Mister…?”
Percival turned to the uninvited stranger with a furrowed brow and a cutting remark on his tongue, but the man continued with, “Or I could stand, if that would make you more comfortable.”
And that made Percival pause.
He got a good look at him – the same man who he’d made eye contact with when he’d been leaving the restroom. Dark skin, equally dark eyes, taller than him, hair greying at the temples, and dressed to the nines in a well-pressed shirt, a well-pressed vest, and well-pressed trousers, all with a comfortable, welcoming smile on his face that Percival narrowed his eyes at.
When he didn’t say anything further, the man calmly put his hands in his pockets, taking the incentive to further their conversation. Or, rather, his conversation. “You don’t seem to be in the mood for much in the ways of romance.”
Percival snorted humorlessly and turned away, back to the bar, setting his glass down. The alcohol had done nothing but make his stomach feel heavy.
“You also don’t seem to be really enjoying yourself.”
Percival shot him a look out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t confirm nor deny the accusation. The man cocked his head. “Would a guilt-free one night stand help?”
Percival…
Actually considered it.
Compared to the four other people who’d come up to him during the course of the evening, this man was definitely an outlier. Not drunk, for one. Respected his personal space, for two. Wasn’t a crass piece of shit, for three. Was also quite handsome and smelt quite nice. And Percival hadn’t had sex in quite some time, and the night would be worthless if he went home more stressed than he’d been when he’d left…
Fuck it.
“Alright,” Percival agreed, standing and digging around in his pocket to find the right coins for the bartender. He was able to see his pleasantly surprised smile out of his peripheral, and the way he seemed to straighten up a bit as his resolve strengthened.
The rooms upstairs were almost purely used for sex. Affairs, one night stands, losses of virginity – almost anything and everything took place above that bar. (He had a moment, as they were walking up the stairs, to wonder how it would look, if someone told the press that MACUSA’s Director of Magical Security was seen having a night of debauchery in such an establishment, then immediately ignored it, because his reputation was the last thing he gave a shit about anymore.) It wasn’t hard to find an empty room, and by then, Percival’s skin was buzzing with renewed energy. He wasn’t lustful, not really, and not really looking for a fight either, but he was getting worked up at the prospect of what was in store, and pinned the man to the door once he’d shut, locked, and placed a Muffliato over it, and turned back around. The man huffed as the breath in his lungs escaped him when his back hit the door, a bit stunned, but quickly got with the program when Percival started unbuttoning his vest, almost urgent. He let it slide down his arms to the floor, and Percival started on his shirt, trying not to just rip it open.
“What’s your name?”
Percival didn’t pause in his mission, but did glance up at the man’s face with a slightly furrowed brow, wondering why it mattered if they were never going to see each other again, then deciding it would be pretty strange to have no name to shout out when they fucked. “Percival,” he grunted, getting back to work two-fold and scowling at his hands for fumbling and the garment for not cooperating.
“Percival…” he heard the man mutter, as if to himself, and then, “Reggie”, louder, for Percival’s benefit.
And then the lapels of his vest were being grabbed and he was being spun around and shoved into the door instead. His breath left him in a confused rush as his back hit the wood, and he blinked, surprised and a bit disoriented by the change of position. Now the man – Reggie, he’d said – was undoing his buttons and pushing his vest off his shoulders to pool at his feet, utterly focused on his task until he leaned forward and –
Percival let out a choked sound when teeth connected with the side of his neck and bit. His hands grabbed onto the half-unbuttoned shirt in front of him, pulling at it, pulling Reggie closer and pulling the shirt open, no longer caring about buttons flying every which way, only caring about touching skin to skin now that contact had been initiated and merlin, was this man trying to mark him up?
Suddenly, Percival found he didn’t care if he was.