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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Re: Any/Newt, eye contact during sex FILL: Graves/Newt, dubcon part 1
(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)That's when Newt Scamander stumbles through his door.
Goldstein's still clinging to his arm as he looks around the room, bewildered. The ex-auror starts on her obviously rehearsed speech, introducing the man, something about a case, and magical creatures. But Scamander is looking at the cheap carpet, the books on the shelf -- anywhere except at Graves, acting like he's not even in the room.
His red curls are hooded over most of his features, and if only he would look back then Graves would know what his eye color is. He's biting his lip, fidgeting, not even bothering to make a show of not seeming guilty. At first, Graves assumes it's just another junkie who's Floo'ed one too many times. But when Scamander finally lifts his head and stares at him, revealing knowing green eyes that betray his youthful appearance, Graves freezes.
"Hello," Scamander says in a soft, heavily-accented voice, and then his gaze slides away again. Something untwists inside Graves then. He smiles.
"Stop," he says, raising a hand and quieting Goldstein mid-ramble.
"I'll take it from here. Good work, Miss Goldstein, I'll send in a good word to Madame President." She grins as if he's just handed her a medal, and nods frantically before taking off.
When the door is closed, Scamander shuffles awkwardly, staring at his feet.
Graves doesn't stand. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "I'm going to tell you now, Mr. Scamander, that this can only go two ways. Option one is I throw you into a jail cell and confiscate your case and everything that's in it. Anything that resists is eliminated." Scamander's grip tightens on his case.
"But they're--"
"Option two, I don't offer to just anyone. In fact, I'm making an exception just for you." Confusion quickly replaces indignance on the younger man's face. Graves almost feels sorry for him. To have survived this long in the world while wearing your heart on your sleeve is quite uncommon.
What a shame he had to end up here.
"You see, I've had a busy day, and having you here is, frankly, wasting my time. I could be on a case right now, saving lives and keeping murderers off the street, but instead I'm here dealing with a two-bit daisy who decided, foolishly might I add, that he could sidestep the law. Even worse, this was a premeditated act; you were fully aware that what you're doing is illegal, but you did it anyway."
Scamander bites his lip, visibly cringing. His hunch is getting more pronounced the longer he stands there, a halfhearted attempt to conceal himself as much as possible. It's far too late for any of that now.
"What's the second option?"
"Come over here and make it worth my while, and I'll bury all charges."
Scamander looks up in bewilderment.
"What?" he says, suddenly breathless. Graves' expression remains unchanged and continues sitting still, while Scamander continues to sputter. His skin tone has taken on a rosy color and Graves appreciatively watches the flush traveling up his neck.
"I believe I made my intentions clear."
"But that's extortion -- it's blackmail, it's--"
"Jailtime it is, then," he interrupts, making a show of getting to his feet. But Scamander drops the case, and raises his trembling hands.
"No!" he practically shouts, then retreats into himself again. "I'll do it, but..." His brows are furrowed and his eyes are shining, and he seems surprised by what he just said.
"You're a virgin," Graves says, incredulous. This man is a gift that keeps on giving. Scamander swipes a hand over his eyes and nods.
"I find that highly suspicious considering how perfect your lips look for sucking cock."
He smiles, amused, at the roundness of Scamander's eyes. Clearly no one has told him that before. He swallows and turns his head, unmoving. There's a vast space and a poorly-made rug still separating them. Graves is getting impatient.
"Well," he drawls, pushing his chair back from the desk. He spreads his legs, the folds of his trousers un-creasing while Scamander gapes helplessly. "I've already adjusted my expectations accordingly. Now come here."
Scamander walks over like there's lead in his shoes. As he rounds the desk, Graves unzips, freeing his achingly swollen cock. There's already a sheen at the tip, pre-come gathered at the slit, which he swipes off.
After what seems like an eternity, Scamander falls to his knees. He peers up at Graves, who nods. Scamander then takes to staring at his cock with an animal-like skittishness. It's almost endearing, and Graves wants to pat his head.
Instead, he grips Scamander's hair tight and hauls him forward. "Suck."
There's a muffled noise of surprise, but Graves shuts his eyes and exhales appreciatively at the warm heat that envelops his cock. He can feel Scamander's frantic breaths around him and relaxes his grip.
Finally, the man between his legs understands what he's supposed to do, and slowly bobs up and down, moistening Graves' cock. Occasionally his teeth catch against skin, but it's decent as far as blowjobs go. The visuals more than make up for it.
He makes a move to stroke the underside of Scamander's jaw, brushing against the saliva trickling down his stretched lips. The other male stares determinedly straight ahead but there are tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. A gag is suppressed every time the head nudges the back of his throat. It's almost endearing, but the lack of experience is going to make Graves soft if they keep at this.
He hisses and grabs hold of the red curls, making Scamander withdraw with a gasp.
"You'll have to improve your negotiation technique if you plan to travel the world, Mr. Scamander. Clothes off."
The man pushes himself to his feet and hurriedly slides off his blue coat. He clearly wants to be done with this as soon as possible, but Graves knows better. He will keep him here however long he wants, depending on what noises he can wrangle out of him.
Scamander's shaking hands are trying and failing to unbuckle his belt. Graves sighs in boredom.
"On second thought, I rather like the boots, so you can keep those on." He vanishes the rest of Scamander's clothes away, and the former reacts with a wounded noise. It's not what Graves expected: his pale body is covered head to toe in scars and remnants of even whiter slashes. There are burn marks here and there, marring an otherwise fine figure. He's completely soft.
And he has freckles. How quaint.
Graves's fingernails are digging into his palms as he surveys him, getting increasingly aroused by the anticipation. He can't wait to fold and break him, to see the ripple of muscles on his back as he bends Scamander over every available surface and takes him again and again.
Scamander stares at Graves' hardening cock.
"I'm waiting."
He takes a moment before climbing onto Graves' lap, clinging to the lapels of his coat with shaky fingers, and patiently adjusts himself until he's kneeling, squeezed against the arms of the chair, over Graves' legs. His slender body hovers over a waiting cock.
Scamander grips the chair's arms tightly. He jumps when Graves' cock accidentally brushes against the inside of his thigh. His head is bowed low but his lips are a thin, quivering line and Graves almost wants to fuck his mouth again for good measure.
"Well?" he says, unimpressed.
"I'm -- I'm not lubricated properly." Trust a zoologist to be overly-clinical. Graves swears and flicks his wand again. The effect is immediate: Scamander gasps, shuddering so violently that the head of Graves' cock nudges against his hole.
"There," he says tightly, biting back a noise of pleasure. "Happy?
"...Thank you." Upon hearing that, Graves pauses. Everything about this man is so innocuous, and he's about to obliterate it.
He can hardly wait.
-TBC-
Re: Any/Newt, eye contact during sex FILL: Graves/Newt, dubcon part 1
(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Any/Newt, eye contact during sex FILL: Graves/Newt, dubcon part 1
(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)