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Credence has been with Percival for three days now and it was the first time he felt alright. Describing himself feeling good felt wrong, since he was used to this numb, sad feeling inside, but Graves made it all go away. All these bad feelings and memories just didn't exist when Graves was there.

The boy has been pacing in Percival's guest room for an hour or so, thinking about what to do with this feeling in his chest. It was tight, pulling at his heart and making it ache.

He was craving for something.

Touch,

he was craving to be touched, to be loved and held, because he now knew Percival was able to give him what he needed, without any intention of hurting him.

Never having recieved these things, Credence's body was more than aching for them, making his heart jump at the idea of Graves being just next door.

The door opened quietly, and he took a cautious look around. It was dark out, just minutes after midnight, the kitchen window has been open for quite a while, which made ice cold wind blow through the apartment. Graves must have forgotten to close it.

On quiet feet, Credence moved to Percival's room. It was more an office than a room, to be true, a huge dark oak desk sitting below the window with a chair in front and Graves in it, consumed by stacks of paperwork.

It made Credence blush seeing him like this. His hair was a little messy and the suit vest hung over the back of the chair, the white dress shirt slightly opened and tight to his skin.

He was clutching the door's frame as the floor underneath him gave way and made a noise, causing Graves to look up.

"Credence." He said, eyeing the boy from head to toe. Credence was wearing one of his dress shirts, a black one and certainly it was a little too big for Credence's skinny frame. But Graves was not complaining.

"You should be in bed." He said, turning in his chair to face the boy more clearly.

Credence's eyes darted down as he shifted slightly. Graves' eyes burning into him did not help. "I couldn't sleep." He mumbled.

Graves' arms were now rested on his thighs as he leaned foward a bit, his eyes fixed on the boy.

"And why is that, darling?" He asked, voice soft but worried.

"I was thinking."

"Thinking? About what?"

Credence didn't answer, making Graves huff a little in frustration. He was a fragile boy, but since he's so powerful it was essential to know what he was thinking. He could dwell on a bad thought and all of a sudden clouds of untamed power could be released.

"Come here." Graves finally said, tapping his thigh and watching as Credence carefully moved over to him. He was still scared, something you couldn't shake that easily after being abused for such a long time.

"Is there something you need, Credence?" Percival asked, gently taking the boy's hand in his own as he looked up at him with a worried expression.

Credence was shifting nervously from one leg to another as he avoided Graves' eyes. It was a mix of anxiety and excitement and he could feel how he practically ratiated heat in this state, despite of him being actually cold.

"Attention." Was the word slipping from his mouth, bare a whisper, but Graves seemed to have heard it, a light smile pulling at his lips.

"You need attention?" Percival repeated, his hand giving Credence's a soft squeeze as the boy nodded wordlessly. He could see Credence's cheeks burn in a bright shade of cherry as he shook and along with what he was wearing, it was almost unbearable for Graves to look at him.

"I see." Percival spoke up, letting go of Credence's hand as he started rolling up his shirt's sleeves.

The boy's stomach started turning, but in a good way. It made him feel nervous watching Percival, knowing these experienced hands have been on his body before and would never hurt him.

Graves' sleeves were rolled up, he looked up again and watching how Credence was basically staring at him made him chuckle softly, before he tapped his lap.

"Sit here, let me give you some attention."

The boy's movements were careful, cautious and nervous, fingers tracing Graves' bare forearms as he started to move one of his legs up and onto the big chair, clutching at his shirt to keep it from riding up.

He was now on top of Graves, straddling him as his hands came to rest on Percival's chest. They were so close and now Graves felt what made the boy shake like this.

"You are not wearing any underwear, are you?"

Credence held back a embarassed gasp as his fingers began to grasp Percival's shirt tighter, his body freezing still.

Graves smiled, his hands driving up and down the boy's sides in a soft attempt to warm him up. It was quiet, both too focused on what was going on and Credence squirmed, the feeling of loving hands being just what he needed.

Percival's hands slid down, down the boy's sides and over his exposed thighs, making him close his eyes. The moonlight shining through the window made him look like a piece of art, a master's work, willing to be explored, for every detail to be found. And Graves was more than yearning to do so.

"Is this the attention you need?" He asked, voice low but ever so gently as he made Credence open his eyes again. He nodded, but Percival wanted a vocal response.

"Yes?" He pressed.

"Yes." Credence whined, his hips now working against Percival's in shuddering movements. He could feel Graves everywhere and it drove him mad. He was gasping and withering under his touch, moaning as Graves's hands came to a rest on his bottom, squeezing ever so lightly.

"You're so adorable, Credence. So sweet and-" Percival was hushed by the boy's eager lips, he was careful, though Graves could feel how bad the boy wanted this.

Credence was helplessly grinding against Graves, the black shirt now having a few wet spots as the kiss broke, both breathing heavily.

"My, what are you so eager tonight?" Percival breathed, a smile on his lips as he adjusted his seating, holding tightly onto the boy's thighs.

Now blushing all over, Credence's fingers found their way into Graves' hair as he whined a silent "sorry" into his neck, cautiously pecking at it.

"Don't be sorry, darling. It is what you want after all and I'm delighted to help." Graves said, hands letting go of Credence's thighs, for one to hold the boy's neck and for the other to gently envelope his throbbing cock.

Credence was mewling in his place, hips aligning with the movement of Graves' hand around him, moaning and gasping into Percival's neck.

"I..I want you."

"Where do you want me, darling?" Graves inquired, watching as Credence looked up at him. The blush had spread from his cheeks, down his neck where it faded like a sunset into his shirt. He was beautiful.

Credence made no movement, his eyes shifting nervously as he looked down, hoping Percival would understand. And he did.

"Are you certain you want this, Credence?"

The boy nodded, his grip tightening in Graves' hair. "Please."

"Good." Percival nodded, reaching one hand up, his indexfinger in front of Credence face.

"Care to help?"

The boy's blush intensified, but without a word he took the finger into his mouth, sucking and licking at it to his best abilities as his hips moved again.

Releasing the finger from his wet cavern, Credence shuddered as it was suddenly on his behind, asking to enter. Hiding his face in Graves' neck, the boy moaned as the digit gently slipped past the ring, exploring his insides.

Graves was ever so focused on Credence, making sure he would not hurt him. "Is this fine?" He asked and he felt the boy nod in his neck, breath brief and damp against his skin.

He was quick to adjust, already wanting more as Graves only obliged and entered a second digit, making Credence gasp, tightening around Graves' fingers.

He was a moaning mess, squirming and withering under the touch he so badly craved for as he shifted up and down in a needy manner.

"Please, I can't-" It was more of a whine, than a sentence, but Percival understood, stopping his tracks as he looked at Credence sternly.

"Are you confident that you're ready?"

Credence nodded, eager hands already working on Percival's belt. Graves hissed at the cold air coming in contact with his heated flesh as he aligned Credence with him.

One last look and Credence's eyes fluttered shut, fingers tugging at Graves' hair as the older man pushed himself past, a deep growl coming from his throat.

Credence felt everything at once. Graves' hands pressing around his thighs, his cock slowly and carefully pushing deeper, the boiling of their bodies colliding with the chill of the room. It was all too much, but not enough as a cry originated from his throat.

"Unwind, my darling." Graves whispered, his voice was soft though he could not hide his desire to go just a little faster. It felt like teasing.

Credence calmed, allowing Percival to keep moving. It felt like it would never end as suddenly their skin came in contact. He felt so full, filled up to the brim with Graves' heat and his senses dared to peak.

A look was shared, making sure both were ready and Percival started to move, placing his hands on either side of Credence, before pulling out just a little. The friction made the boy moan, clutching Graves' shoulders as he moved along, moving up when Percival pulled out and down when he went in again.

A sinner, he was a sinner for doing such vulgar things with a man, a man twice his age. That is what his mother would have said, but here with Graves it made him forget these words, all this pain washing away and looking at the man before him made him feel accepted and cared for.

Their movements aligned more and more and Graves let out grunts and moans, holding Credence delicately as he watched him move up and down his length.

"How does that feel?" Percival asked, his lips connecting with the shell of Credence's ear.

"G-good." The boy was panting, his chest heaving along, looking at Graves with hooded eyes.

It felt fantastic to be exact, Credence just was not able to voice that at the moment, too caught up in this ecstasy his body was sending out.

Movements grew faster and the dirty sound of skin hitting skin could be heard throughout the apartment. Credence was now bouncing recklessly on top, his head thrown back with his mouth agape and moans spilling from his lips.

Graves was kissing his hands while opening up the boy's shirt more and more, until it slipped off Credence's shoulders and onto the floor, leaving the boy completely exposed. His nipples were perked and Percival didn't lose time to surround one of them with his lips, his tongue rough against the sensitive flesh as he held Credence in place, his own hips now working quick.

He could feel his release begging to be set free, grasping Credence's thigh with one hand while the other enveloped his cock, pumping it in the rhythm of his thrusts.

Credence cried out, his back arching into Graves' touch as his body was overwhelmed by the rush of a climax, ropes of seed spilled over the two of them as he pulled Percival along with him, groaning into his neck.

Their breaths went heavy and quick as Graves held the boy close, ecstasy still in his veins as they rode out their heights.

Credence became limp in Graves' arms, his head resting in the crook of his neck.

"I love you, Credence." It was his heart that spoke.

There was silence for a while, before the boy replied.

"I love you too."

Graves had to smile, he truly loved this boy and hearing him say these words back to him made him feel delighted. And if that was what Credence wanted aswell, there would be nothing to stop them.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."