Prompt Post #2

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  ROUND 2

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Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 23/24)

[(Anonymous)]

Percival braced himself for whatever was about to be revealed. Credence needed him to react calmly, not to seem upset – it was clear that whatever he was about to see made Credence think that he was ugly. He had to make sure his response didn’t confirm that thought.

As his husband turned around, he stayed quiet. Fury bubbled within him as he saw the thick mass of scars, struck across his skin. Some of the scars were faded, and others relatively fresh. He raised his hand, gently stroking a finger over one of the raised welts. Looking closer, he could see that some of the scars were distorted, struck into delicate skin while Credence was still growing. The knowledge that the obliviators and muggle police had dealt with the woman wasn’t enough at that moment.

Credence shivered a little.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I can put a shirt back on, it’s… I don’t expect you to deal with this, I’m sorry…” He was looking down, shaking a little.
Percival leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to one of the scars that crept up towards the back of his neck.
“You don’t need to be sorry…”

“They’re my fault.” Credence whispered, and Percival gently traced one finger along one of the longer scars.
“It’s not-“
“I would take the blame.” Credence swallowed, looking ashamed. “If some of the other kids were bad, I would… I would let her think it was me. She was always looking for a way to punish me anyway…”

Percival reached out, pulling Credence back against him, his clothed chest pressed against Credence’s exposed back.
“My dear boy… what I’m hearing is that you were brave. You spared terrified children further injury… these scars, they’re marks of courage.”
“It…I was sinful…” Credence whispered, and Percival shook his head.

“You were brave. You have always been so brave, only you can’t see it…” He smiled fondly. “I’ll teach you to see it…” He stroked a finger along another welt. “If you’d like, I’ll kiss every one of these, tell you how many different ways you are wonderful. Your body is beautiful.”

Credence blinked back tears, and smiled a little at him.
“You think so?”
“I know so.” Percival answered calmly. “Absolutely and certainly, you look beautiful. And if you want to just touch each other today, or if you just want to kiss without wearing our shirts, that’s alright.” He meant it. Seeing the scars proved to him how much Credence had been through.

Credence’s smile bordered on cheeky as he glanced up at Percival.
“I…I’d like to do more than that, if I may.”
“I’d like that.” Percival encouraged, pressing a soft kiss to Credence’s lips.
“Thank you.” Credence whispered. “I…I want to be your husband. In all ways…” His gaze darted to the bedroom, and his smile was shy again.

“We can do that…” Percival guided him to the bedroom, laying him down carefully on the bed and kissing him softly. He started off kissing his face, but slowly kissed down his stomach, watching Credence moan and gasp in pleasure as he rocked up against him. Reaching Credence’s pants, he undid them carefully, pushing the clothing down and then nuzzling against his crotch.

Credence whimpered a little, his hips rocking slightly. Percival placed a hand on his hips, holding him in place as he pressed a kiss to Credence’s length. Credence let out another delicate noise of pleasure. They were addictive sounds. Percival held him carefully as he swallowed around him.

***

Credence gasped, trying to rock. He had practiced, but he had never felt it from this side, and he could suddenly see why people were willing to pay so much money for this. Pleasure was building up inside him, and he tried to stay quiet. But the moans were finding a way to escape.
“I want to hear you.” His husband insisted, and that was all the prompting Credence needed to throw his head back and moan with desire. He knew he was getting close, and he tried to warn his husband but pleasure overwhelmed him, snatching his words away.

He collapsed back, panting, a blush across his face.
“I… I’m sorry…” He murmured, only for his husband to kiss him. He could taste himself on Percival’s tongue, and he knew that he should probably be ashamed. But it was delightful. Knowing that his husband was here, that they were enjoying each other, it didn’t feel like a sin.

“Don’t be sorry…” His husband chuckled. “That was beautiful.” He stroked his fingers through Credence’s hair. “You have such a wonderful look…” He smiled. “Are you ready for any more, or shall we leave it there for today?”

Credence stared at him in confusion and shook his head.
“You haven’t…and that…I mean, if you still want me, we can…. We can do this?” He asked, a little nervous in case he was saying the wrong thing, or somehow doing it wrong.

“You’re young.” Percival teased. “You’ll be able to enjoy this… can you lay back, legs apart, there we go… that looks so beautiful.”
Credence looked away after a moment, feeling shy, but Percival’s fingers pressed between his legs, one dipping into him.

It was an intimate touch, almost intoxicating. The thought of this act had frightened him for so long, but now that it was his husband doing it, it wasn’t frightening. It was pleasurable. Percival was opening him up, so that they could lie together the way a married couple should. Credence let soft moans escape, remembering that his husband liked him doing so.

Percival pressed another finger sink into him deeper, and he rocked against those touches, Percival’s hands no longer pinning him.
“There we go…” Percival moaned, stroking a finger deeper. Credence gasped at the sudden burst of pleasure.
“What?” He whispered, and Percival chuckled and repeated the action.
“There we go beautiful. Going to make you feel so good…How are you feeling?”

“More…” Credence whispered, rocking his hips a little. “Please, I want more…”
“As you wish.” Percival answered, lining up and then slowly pushing into the heat of him. Credence moaned, rocking his hips a little. It felt so good, so full. His husband was lying with him the way they should, and it felt so good. Ma had never said that this would feel like this.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of his husband within him, and then opened his eyes as Percival kissed his forehead.
“Look up at me beautiful…there we go, you’re so good… you feel so incredible….” He smiled fondly, and Credence felt safe. He moved with his lover. After a few minutes, Percival sped up. It felt amazing, and he threw his head back, panting in eagerness.

“Please…” He whispered, and Percival reached between them to stroke his hand across Credence’s length. He rocked into the touch, and soon the pleasure built again.
“Per…Percival…” He moaned, climax slamming through him. He lay back panting, and Percival pressed gentle kisses to his neck, rocking into him for a few more seconds before Credence felt Percival spill inside him.

“Did that feel good?” Percival asked, and Credence nodded.
“It felt amazing sir.” He whispered, smiling a little. Percival rolled them so that Credence could cuddle against his chest, and he felt Percival’s hand stroke over his back.

“You are wonderful…” Percival reassured him. “You felt fantastic…” He smiled. “You did so well, and you felt brilliant.” Gentle kisses pressed to Credence’s neck and face.

“So amazing.” Credence murmured, and Percival nodded, pressing another kiss to him.

“I’ve got work tomorrow.” Percival said. “Would you like to come with me? Help with the daycare?”
“I’d love that.” Credence answered softly.

“I’d like it too.” Percival answered, kissing his cheek. “And then we can see… I want you to go shopping, after work…” He nuzzled into Credence’s side. “I want to see about buying you a wand.”