Indulgence: Gramander Short (Patreon)

Newt just can't say no to his son-in-law when it's so clear he needs some affection.

Just a quick bit of smut!

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Peredur lives his life by a schedule.

His whole day is planned out, and he always follows it.

Newt could set a clock by his husband and would doubt the clock before the man.

He gets up, sometimes he fucks Newt if he wants, then showers and goes to his business job, fills out papers and makes deals behind closed doors. He comes home in time to read his newspaper and then eat dinner. After that, he does more work for a few hours, and then he fucks Newt if he didn’t already, showers again, and goes to bed.

It’s all rather mundane and repetitive, to be in such an endless, unexciting loop. Thank heavens he never expected such of Newt. And thank heavens the man is a decent fuck.

Despite his age, Peredur pounds Newt good and hard. Holding himself over Newt as he rams into his body with grunts. He prefers Newt under him, which makes him feel dominant.

The man always wants Newt on display as well; it’s why he married him. Newt had struggled at first but eventually grew used to playing the role expected. It was worth it, what he received in exchange.

He has a nice big cock and knows how to use it, rhythmically pounding into Newt’s ass without letting up. Nice loud smacks fill the room, with the bed groaning under them.

Newt whines out, digging his toes into the sheets as he holds his hips up for his fucking. He can feel slick running down his arse, and there is something so deliciously dirty about it. Peredur stares him down, watching Newt intently as he speeds up a touch. Ramming just a hair faster and moving with a bit less grace.

Newt moans harder, a bit for show, as the man begins to tense up to come.

The man slaps as deep as possible into Newt with a long groan and then pushes him down into the bed, pinning him. Hissing out as he comes, filling Newt up with his seed. Sometimes Newt would swear he could feel the cock in him twitching, pulsing away. He likes the dirty idea of it.

After a few breathless moments, Peredur relaxes his muscles and draws in a long breath. He sits up and pulls out of Newt, turning to throw his legs over the edge of the bed. Then, with a wave of his hand, he calls a clean towel over to wipe his brow, in no hurry as he catches his breath. Newt’s still laid out on the bed, breathing slightly fast as he looks up at the ceiling. It’s a rather beautiful mural of the night stars, all of the twinkling and moving slowly.

A pad on his knee makes him look to his husband.

“Take the potion before you do anything else,” he reminds Newt and then gets up. The man pulls on his robe and makes his way to the oversized attached bathroom for his morning shower. Once he’s done, he’ll go into his massive closet that’s more of a room than anything and dress for the day. They might meet at breakfast, but after that, Newt won’t see him until dinner.

Newt stretches out; his limbs were a bit tense from a decent fuck. His own cock is still hard on his belly, but it’s not Peredur’s worry.

The shower starts up, the pipes groaning, and Newt huffs out. A breath later, the door to the bedroom is opening up silently. Newt turns his head and watches as Percival comes in. The young man is just as handsome as his father, all dark hair and eyes, intent air about him. Trim and lithe. Really, the family has excellent genes.

Newt offers him a welcoming smile, and for all the calm that he tried to put off, Percival nearly runs to get to him. There isn’t an inch of shame as he crawls onto the bed and kisses Newt hard. Lips demanding, and Newt feels fond as he gives in. Percival licks into his mouth; he loves kissing. Pressing them deep and shallow, just kissing over and over. Newt reaches and runs his hands through Percival’s dark hair, hands meeting at the back of his neck and holding on. Percival pushes his brow against Newt’s own, peering at him up close as he shifts on the bed.

After a moment, Newt can feel Percival’s bare cock brushing his thigh. He’s dressed for the day already but has his pants opened in a flash. Newt is entirely naked and fine with it, watching Percival look over him. It’s similar to his father’s gaze. Taking in Newt’s pale skin and shapely form. But there’s more than just appreciation for his body. There’s an adoration there, the kind that makes Percival look back to his face to meet his gaze.

He runs his hands all over Newt’s sweat damn skin as well. Fingers spread out to touch as much as he can. Pressing in to mark him, it feels like and other times whisper-soft that leaves Newt tingling.

He doesn’t know much and doesn’t pry, but Newt knows Percival’s mother left after the divorce and had no interest in him. Peredur isn’t a cruel man, but he’s not a remotely affectionate one either. Percival is twenty years old and painful, touch starved. The poor man doesn’t know how to ask either. All stoic and intimidating like his father. He can’t seem to let himself be soft usually.

It’s only here.

Percival leans down and buries his face in Newt’s neck, clinging to him like a child. Newt hums, gently running his hands down the man’s back, holding him as he needs. He can feel Percival kissing his neck softly, hot breath over his skin as he nuzzles in like a lost puppy.

Newt cards his fingers through his slicked-back hair and lets the poor dear take what he needs. Large warm hands run up his thighs, blunt nails trailing and leaving phantom sensations behind.

Percival finally moves, shifting his weight as he looms over Newt, inches away, putting his weight on his arm just above Newt’s head, caging him in. He presses worshipful kisses to Newt’s lips. Newt croons in response, smiling encouragingly and cupping Percival’s cheek as he shifts under the needy man. Then, he spread his thighs and tilted his hip. Percival answers in kind, reaching down with one hand and finding Newt’s used arse.

Three fingers go in easily, and Percival nuzzles Newt’s jaw as he stretches his fingers and twists them around. When he hits Newt’s spot, he swallows. Percival is very attentive and catches it. He fingers Newt fast and hard, hitting that spot over and over. When Newt tries to squirm away from the over-stimulation, Percival lets the weight of his body pin Newt to the bed.

“Such a tease,” Newt gently scolds, and Percival looks apologetic at once.

“Sorry,” he breathes, all soft low voice in Newt’s ear. Then he pulls his fingers free and shifts around. Newt can’t see between them with Percival’s chest to chest with him, but he knows what he’s doing. Using Newt’s slick and his father’s seed to wet his cock.

It’s so filthy and wrong; Newt can’t understand the thrill it gives him.

He feels the fat head kiss his sloppy hole. Peredur is well endowed, but Percival is much larger. Newt thinks he would struggle more to take Percival if Peredur didn’t fuck him open first. But, even with that, the first long slide burns a bit.

Newt chews his lip and closes his eyes to feel it better, to really explore that sensation. He never knew he liked such large cocks until he married into this family. Now he can’t think of taking anyone less.

Percival buried his face in Newt’s neck again, and Newt curled his arms around his shoulders to hold on. Percival always needs maximum contact, and Newt is happy to give it. After a breath, Percival makes an inquiring sound, and Newt huffs a laugh, such a sweet man.

“I’m ready,” he reassures him and feels Percival slide back and then thrust in.

Newt whines out, golding on tightly to Percival as he fucks Newt stupid. He’s such a wild thing, pounding into Newt like a beast. Mauling his neck and shoulder with kisses and bites, Newt will need to heal later. He slams in so hard, not taking a rhythm for long, changing how he’s fucking Newt. He moves around until Newt gasps out and sees a light behind his eyes. Percival catches it at once, Angling himself to start ramming right in and against that spot in Newt.

Now Newt bruises his face in Percival’s shoulder, muffling his sobs as the man fucks him so mercilessly. Wet slaps of skin on skin, fierce sounds as the bed groans under them. Newt trying to cover his moans as he’s rammed so good. That big fat cock in him opened him up so much, stirring him up inside. Percival fuck him all rabbit fast, pounding quick and hard.

With a cut-off groan, Percival comes; he’s young and never lasts. But as he creams inside Newt he shivers once and pauses. Then, he starts moving again after a moment, going slower than before but quickly working his way up. Percival can usually manage three times in a row before he’s too sensitive.

Newt feels so sloppy and used as the young man rides his cunt so hard. Percival’s hands are on Newt’s arse, clinging to him as he lifts Newt to meet each slamming thrust.

“Good boy,” Newt breathes in his ear, coaxing him on as Percival whines out in reply.

He fucks even hard, getting all desperate again; it’s almost impressive how fast the boy can cream. Newt turns his head a bit, and Percival kisses him at once, swallowing his moans as Newt’s thighs tense. He can feel the pleasure rising up, too much stimulation in him.

“Baby,” Newt gasps as he breaks the wet kiss. “Oh darling, you’re going to make me come, my darling boy,”

The talk makes Percival come. He grunts out, fucking like an utter animal, pounding so hard, ramming into Newt. Even in his own haze, he keeps hitting that spot in Newt. He has to cover his mouth, smothering moans he can’t swallow as he comes on Percival’s cock. The clenching must feel good for him because Percival shudders as he buries himself in deep and empties into Newt.

Soft talk always ruins Percival. You would never even think it to look at him, all confidence and power. But he adores being babies, being held and pampered, touched and loved.

He’s still buried to the hilt, panting a bit, when the shower turns off. They both hear the pipes groan and Newt relaxes into the pillow.

Percival leans down for languid kisses.

They can hear the walk-in closet off the bathroom open and Percival should go but he lingers, kissing Newt even as he pulls out of him slowly.

After a few moments, Peredur should be finishing dressing and Newt finally pushes Percival away. He goes with a little mischievous grin. The door to the room clicks closed as the closet door opens. Newt shakes his head, sitting up in the bed and standing. He used to be shyer about it all, but Peredur has let him know what he wants.

“The potion,” he reminds Newt as he walks by, eyes looking Newt from head to toe appreciatively. With no real idea that the seed on Newt’s thighs is his son’s, not his own.

Newt picks up the potion obediently as the man leaves for the day. He walks to the bathroom and pours it out in the sink. He has another one on his shelf, mixed with all sorts of beautifying potions Peredur has him take daily. Among them, all is a simple green potion with a hair potion sticker on it. Newt takes it, drinking it down to prevent and children.

Peredur wants a child but Newt can’t give him that.

Back when they married, they had agreed on that.

The older man wanted Newt for his body. He wanted him for sex and sex alone. In return for Newt living in his home and bending over when he wants, he provides him with all the financial support Newt needs to work as a magizoologist. That includes helping him get amendments to laws through the American government. That had been what sold Newt on the whole thing. He could find ways to save up money, but the power behind the lawmakers was too tempting to pass up.

So Newt agreed to the marriage, five years by contract but he would get a bonus if they made it to ten. It was their sixth year now and Newt knew it was coming to an end. Peredur made no promises of loyalty and Newt knew he was spending more time with his mistress of late. He had also wanted Newt to have a child suddenly, clearly a manipulation of someone else. Newt had refused until Peredur had won him over with a promise to push a law through that stopped creatures taken from illegal rings from being labelled as evidence and then slaughtered. Thousand and thousands of creatures were allowed to live, Newt couldn’t say no. Peredur was mean that way, always finding something Newt couldn’t live without denying. So he agreed to try, and try alone. Men carrying children was much more complex than a woman who had the natural necessities.

The potions he poured down the sink were probably very expensive, but Newt reminded himself that Peredur had bullied him into taking them and when he Newt didn’t want to.

He might want children later but not right now, not in the thick of his career when he was just getting ready to release his book.

And he most certainly didn’t want any children of Peredur. The man would use his wealth and power to ensure he had all the rights to the baby and Newt had nothing. When they eventually split, Peredur would keep the child to be raised by a series of nannies. Just like poor Percival. Newt couldn’t imagine his child as lonely and touch starved as the man was under his stoic face.

So he wouldn’t have the man’s child.

Eventually, Newt fully expected the mistress to get pregnant and for Newt to be quietly divorced. Which was fine with him, he was established enough as a magizoologist to find consistent work and grants. However, he was ready to leave the lavish life of the Graves Manor. The house was very fancy and such but Newt never cared about such things. He was more content in a regular place than one with priceless vases on tables in hallways. His creatures had far too many near misses in the house. Even a few accidents that Percival helped him cover-up.

He acts so much like his father, all aloof and impassive. Voice naturally commanding and used to people obeying. They look a great deal alike as well.

But Percival has a kindness in him that his father lacks. He genuinely likes his job as an auror and he wants to help people rather than further himself. Newt rather likes that aspect of him. Peredur thinks Percival will grow jaded with age but Newt likes to think he’ll keep that passion.

To look at him, one would never think he’s the sort to cling and cuddle during sex, to love to just snuggle up after when they have time. Poor dear needs all the touch he can get. Obviously fixated with a bit of a mother obsession. Newt had considered a child just to see Percival fawn all over his belly and suckle at his breast when they came in. But sex is no reason for a child. If Newt has one anytime soon, he would rather it be Percival’s child. He would be a much more fair father, Newt suspects.

The door clicks and Newt looks up, still naked but only two people would walk in on him. Percival closed the door quietly.

Newt gives him a look.

“He’s eating and then he’ll leave,” Percival explains, and they both know it’s true.

Newt ignores him and gets into the large walk-in shower and turns on the hot water. He’s midway washing himself down when hands close on his hips, Percival stripped down to join him. Newt will admit, the man is unfairly fit. Working as an auror, more so an active one, keeps Percival in very good shape. His father is softer and Newt doesn’t mind it, but he also enjoys how powerful Percival is. Like a predator in peek shape, ready to claim dominance. Newt really does like a beast.

Percival is already hard again but he ignores that in favour of finger Newt. Pushing him up against the tile wall and pushing three thick fingers into him. Peredur is a good fuck but he’s not the best at foreplay and once he’s come, he’s done. Percival always makes sure Newt is wrung out and has climaxed far too many times before he’s satisfied. Only when Newt whines out when he’s over sensitive does Percival seem truly happy.

So three fingers dig into his arse and twist around, looking for the spot that makes him gasp out. Hot water pouring on them both as Percival presses close and kisses the back of Newt’s neck.

“Did you take the potion?” He asks softly.

Newt should be more careful perhaps but he shakes his head in negative. The other man knows just how manipulative his father can be. Percival makes a pleased sound as he pulls his fingers free and steps up to slide in.

The burn is nice and Newt sighs out, resting his cheek on the tile wall as Percival gently begins to fuck him.

The wet slap is made louder by the water and Newt can see a trail of white running down his thigh. The seed in him leaks out as Percival stirs up his insides.

“I forgot my cufflinks,” Peredur announces as he walks in.

Newt and Percival freeze. The glass partition is frosted, but he will see them if the man walks into the room much farther. If he looks at the shadows properly even, he might make out more than one figure.

“On the vanity?” Newt asks weakly and Percival leans in, pushing their boy close together to hide their forms. But after a breath, the terrible boy starts moving. Rocking his hips into Newt in tiny motions. Newt reaches back to push him off but Percival catches his wrist. Holding it tightly as he nudges into him. Newt has to bite his lip hard not to moan out, feeling so filthy to do this. He can hear Peredur mere feet from them.

“Found them,” the older man announces and Percival bites Newt’s shoulder as he shudders and comes inside him.

Newt claps his hand over his mouth but an odd noise makes it past.

Thankfully Peredur doesn’t care and walks out without another word, the bathroom door clicking shut.

Percival takes hold of Newt’s cock and he rocks up into him, angling his hips to hit the right spot. Newt squirms but can’t fight it as he comes undone. His seed splatters on the wet floor as he whines out, still trying to be quiet.

Leaning against the wall, he catches his breath and then looks back at Percival. He fixes him with a dark look but Percival has that apologetic and charming smile on his face. Nuzzling close to rain kisses on the shoulder he just bit. His hair is in his face when he usually keeps it slicked back, it makes him look so much younger.

“Terrible boy,” Newt huffs at him finally, and shrugs Percival off and reaches for the soap. Percival helps wash him, taking his time to slick Newt up, every inch of him twice over. He kneels on the floor and scrubs his feet and runs his finger up Newt’s calf and thigh. It’s not all sexual either, Percival just likes touching him. Newt would have never thought he would care for that but he finds he likes it. Like animals showing affection to one another.

Percival is still half-hard and Newt knows they’ll spend the morning having sex. Then they’ll go about their day and meet for dinner and act like Percival’s seed isn’t in Newt. It will be, because Percival loves knowing his seed is in Newt and he can’t say no to the needy boy.

Eventually, Peredur will come to Newt with divorce papers and Newt will sign them. Then, he’ll pack his things and leave the Graves house.

He wonders idly how long it’ll take for Percival to come to find him.

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