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FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 6/? - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-01-13 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)Nothing Mr. Graves did made sense. He got angry when he saw the marks on Credence’s back, but he wasn’t mad at Credence for being so sinful he needed to be punished. Credence thought maybe Mr. Graves was angry with Ma.
Credence got angry with Ma sometimes, when he knew – he knew – he wasn’t being sinful and she punished him for it anyway. It never did him any good, being angry, so he’d learned to swallow it down and hide it, just in case Ma caught a hint of it and thought that needed to be purged from him too.
Mr. Graves was angry, and then he wasn’t. He pushed it down, just like Credence did. That didn’t make any sense either.
Mr. Graves offered him another sip of the shining blue liquid. Credence accepted it gratefully, because that, at least, made sense. Mr. Grindelwald had brought him here to conceive Mr. Graves’ child. The shining blue liquid helped with that.
If the orange juice was liquid summer and the little bottle from supper was liquid spring, then the shining blue liquid was probably drinkable starlight. Credence had never tried chocolate, but he imagined it tasted the way the shining blue liquid did: delicious and a little bit dark. It lit him up from the inside out, like fireflies in June. He liked it.
Credence had a much better of what he wanted, this time.
He pressed his mouth to Mr. Graves’ and kissed him. Mr. Graves tasted like liquid starlight, and Credence chased the taste of it, licking shamelessly into Mr. Graves’ mouth in an indecent clash of tongues and teeth. He wanted more starlight and more Mr. Graves, wanted the way Mr. Graves made his body feel alight with pleasure. He wanted the fullness of Mr. Graves inside of him, his body rendered a fertile field for Mr. Graves’ plowing.
“Please,” he begged. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was asking for, but he was certain Mr. Graves would give it to him.
“Hush,” Mr. Graves murmured, pressing him back against the narrow cot and unbuckling Credence’s trousers. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.” He shoved Credence’s trousers and the rest of his union suit down, swearing when they got tangled up in Credence’s shoes. Credence almost laughed at the face he made, like he couldn’t believe that mere shoes would dare to stand between him and what he wanted.
“Are you laughing at me?” Mr. Graves asked, stretching out over him. “You are. Little minx.” He kissed Credence again, to show he wasn’t mad.
Credence thought, at any other point in time, if he’d been naked while Mr. Graves was fully clothed, he would have felt vulnerable and ashamed of his own nudity. But under the influence of liquid starlight, he liked it, because he could fist his hands in Mr. Graves’ lapels and just hold on for another kiss that felt like it was searing the flesh from his bones.
It wasn’t enough, though. He wanted to feel Mr. Graves’ skin under his hands. Credence tugged at Mr. Graves’ lapels.
“Careful, lovely,” Mr. Graves said, nipping his mouth admonishingly. “This was expensive, once.” He pulled back – which wasn’t what Credence wanted – just long enough to unbutton his waistcoat and fling it across the cell.
“You wear too many layers,” Credence said, plaintive.
“I wear them well,” said Mr. Graves.
Credence hummed his agreement. He tried to help Mr. Graves unbutton his shirt while they kissed. They both got in one another’s way more often than not, but Credence liked that too. It was fun.
The shirt went flying after the waistcoat, and so did Mr. Graves’ trousers and union suit. Credence remembered to slide his shoes off before attacking Mr. Graves’ trousers, but only just. At last, Mr. Graves was totally, gloriously naked.
He was totally, gloriously shameless about it, too.
“Like what you see?” he asked, stroking where he was hard and masculine and leaking desire.
Credence squirmed.
“Tell me,” Mr. Graves commanded, wrapping one big hand around Credence’s cock. It was almost too good to endure. Credence was certain he would explode from the pressure and the pleasure of it.
“Yes,” Credence whispered, half-ashamed to admit his sins aloud and half-glorying in them. “You’re gorgeous.” He hadn’t gotten a good look at Mr. Graves, last time. It was hard to imagine that he’d fit that inside him, but nothing seemed impossible, now that he’d drunk of starlight and touched creation itself.
Credence felt a sudden slickness between his legs and recognized it as the spell Mr. Graves used to make things easier. He let his legs fall apart, holding himself open for Mr. Graves’ fingers.
Mr. Graves didn’t disappoint. He pressed one finger in, aiming for the places that made Credence writhe with pleasure so sweet it was almost agony. Two fingers was a strange, delightful stretch. He had very big fingers, Mr. Graves. Credence could feel him spread them apart, making way for Mr. Graves to fit his cock inside of him.
“Please,” he begged, because he wanted it. He wanted Mr. Graves to plow his fields. He wanted the child Mr. Grindelwald had foreseen. “Please.”
“Almost,” Mr. Graves said, pushing a third finger inside of him. Credence keened around it, because it was so much and simultaneously not enough. “I’ve got you, I promise. Just a little bit longer.” He curled his fingers against the place inside that made everything fall away in a haze of pleasure and kept stroking Credence’s cock.
It was too much. Credence shouted and spilled over Mr. Graves’ hand, breathless and profane.
“There you are,” Mr. Graves said, kissing Credence’s sweaty forehead. He pulled his fingers free and Credence whined at the loss.
“I want – I want to feel you,” he said, shocked by his own wanton daring. “Inside me.”
“You will,” Mr. Graves said. “That was just to take the edge off.” He kissed his way down Credence’s chest, pausing to lap up the spend like a cat with cream. Credence wondered if Mr. Graves was going to put his mouth on him again.
Mr. Graves did, pausing to nip playfully at Credence’s hip, first. He pushed his fingers back into Credence as he did, making Credence’s whole body seize up at the sudden rush of joy. It was like being hit by lightning, over and over and over again. He hadn’t finished coming down from his last peak, and found himself rising again.
Credence ground down against Mr. Graves’ fingers, craving the fullness that came from having Mr. Graves inside of him. “Please,” he said. “I want you.”
“You have me,” Mr. Graves told him, pushing in. He was careful and slow and Credence wanted to cry at how safe he felt, how loved.
It wasn’t real. Credence knew it wasn’t real, but it was hard to remember that when Mr. Graves treated him with such care. Mr. Graves kissed him, once he was all the way inside, his mouth salty-bitter. Credence realized he could taste himself in Mr. Graves’ mouth, and felt himself flush red all over at how much he liked the thought. He wound his arms around Mr. Graves’ broad back and held on tight when Mr. Graves started to move, furrowing into him.
Credence pressed his face against Mr. Graves’ chest and tried to stifle his cries. He’d learned not to cry out when Ma hit him, but this was something different. He couldn’t contain how good he felt.
“None of that, now,” Mr. Graves chided. “Let me hear you, lovely. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
Oh, God. Credence cried out on the next stroke in, a little louder this time. It was shameful, or maybe shameless, but Credence didn’t care. He’d have done anything, if it was what Mr. Graves wanted.
“It feels good, having you inside of me,” Credence told him. “Big, and full, and – oh! And good.”
“Fuck,” said Mr. Graves, sounding a little stunned. He drove in hard, harder than he had before, and the rush of liquid heat inside made Credence clench down tight around him and shatter into ecstasy. Mr. Graves laughed as he kissed him, slumping down to cover Credence’s body with his own. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Credence felt alarm rising up beneath the pleasant lassitude. It was hard to think, with Mr. Graves still inside him and pressing him down against the cot, keeping him safe. He couldn’t tell if Mr. Graves was displeased, and he didn’t like that.
“How delightful,” Mr. Graves said. He levered himself up and got them separated, which was probably Credence’s least favorite part of the whole process.
Credence blinked, startled by the unexpected praise.
So, not displeased then.
“Rest up,” Mr. Graves told him. “I’ll keep watch.”
“Against what?” Credence asked. It hadn’t occurred to him to ask, last time.
“Everything,” Mr. Graves promised. “Anything that might bring you harm, including our captor. Get some sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”
Nowhere was safe. Not from Ma, or Mr. Grindelwald.
Credence cuddled into Mr. Graves’ side and let himself believe that he could be safe, just for tonight.
Re: FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 6/? - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-01-13 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 6/? - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-01-13 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)