Gramander short: Akin (Patreon)

Another mummy kink fic? I dunno, the mood stuck me. Hope you like!

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“Theseus, you’re home already?” Newt called out, coming up the stairs when he heard the front door open and close.

“Yes, Percy gave me a ride,” his son called back and Newt felt his heart give a little jump. He wished he could say it was something like dread and not excitement. Even just to himself, but Newt wasn’t one for lies.

Percival Graves is a nice young man. Theseus had met him at college and they two had become fast friends. Percival was from an upstanding and rather influential family in the city, but he was never the spoiled or arrogant type. A bit on the quiet side but rather a good influence. Not that Theseus needed one, he was determined to get on with the auror force as soon as he finished his studies. The fact that Percival’s father was the captain of the force was just a bonus to Theseus who already looked up to the slightly older boy.

Newt left the basement, tapping the door with his wand to make sure the creature's healing downstairs stayed there, nice and safe. Percival had to be aware that Newt might have some beasts that weren’t completely legal but he never said anything about it.

“Are you hungry?” he asked the pair of boys lightly, heading to the kitchen. It wasn’t time for him to worry about dinner just yet but he could whip something up. Theseus could eat a whole turkey some days it felt like. Newt had never been overly skilled with cooking but he wanted Theseus to have home meals growing up, wanting to give him the best life he could.

“We ate, gimmie a second,” Theseus excused himself quickly, heading up to his room and leaving Newt with Percival.

“No new ones yet?” He asked after a beat of silence. The words forced Newt to look at him, the handsome young man looking at the pictures around a mirror in the space between the kitchen and hall. Newt’s husband would send postcards from time to time, the last one being four months ago. Some of them were decades old, a tradition he had started when Theseus was young and missed his father. These days Theseus could barely stand to hear about him, angry at the man who was never home for him.

“It’ll come eventually,” Newt tried to tell him with confidence but missed the beat a touch. Amoss and Newt had found each other as teenagers. Newt loved creatures and Amoss loved plants, they had bonded over their shared interests. Theseus had been a shock, they had still been children themselves in most senses, barely fifteen. But both their parents insisted on the wedding and settling into a family home.

They had intended to share the duty, to take turns travelling for their careers. But Newt was the bearer and that came with absurd stereotypes. That he should be home more, that Theseus needed him more and such. Somewhere along the way, it became true. Amoss never took to Theseus as a proper father and so the boy wanted Newt and he wasn’t so cruel as to deny his child his presence.

So Amoss travelled the world and Newt stayed at home.

For a long time, he had made himself content in this. When Theseus was off to school he would start travelling more he had told himself. He found local work with creatures and had even made a name for himself locally. He had endless notes for a book he was going to write eventually, after he saw a bit more of the world.

Newt had made himself understand this, for Theseus. He could be content for now.

He could accept it.

And then Percival came around.

Newt looked at him then, the young man offering him a soft smirk. It didn’t help that he was so good with Theseus, being a solid friend who was helping him find his way and introducing him to more people. That he was so charming and genuinely kind. That he was so bloody handsome and not arrogant about it. All intent eyes and that dark smirk that just promised all sort of wickedness.

Newt had been fine without sex, barely even noticed when it had been years.

But Percival just has to give him that look and he can feel desire waking up in his belly. The slow knowing smirk and that eager gaze, as if he wants to devour Newt.

“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” Theseus called down, making Newt start and realize he was staring at Percival. He turned away, feeling his ears burn in embarrassment.

“That’s fine, take your time,” Percival called back, and Newt can feel his eyes still on him.

“Taking him out,” he told Newt, trailing after him as Newt tried to escape into the kitchen but Percival was right there behind him. “There's a girl he likes and he’s going to try to make his big move tonight.”

“Maybe one for you as well?” he makes himself ask and Percival just hums in a non reply. Theseus hasn’t mentioned Percival dating anyone. There had never been any talk of Percival being with anyone. Someone so good-looking and well-liked should have plenty of women and men chasing him.

Newt’s over the sink when he feels the breath on his neck and careful hands on his waist. Slowly settling, looking for permission and acceptance. Without thinking, Newt feels himself relax into the touch, sighing out a breath when a gentle kiss lands on the nape of his neck.

“Really, a young  pretty girl or boy would suit you much better.”

“Don’t want em, don’t think about them at night,” Percival replied, voice all low as he kissed the side of Newt’s neck. Stepping in so their bodies were touching, shoulder and thighs pressed close. “Just want you.”

Despite knowing better, Newt still felt his heart flutter a bit. Being with Amoss his whole life meant he didn’t know about dating. It took so little for Percival to get him all flustered. To make Newt feel like a foolish youth, all bushes and smiles.

He can feel Percival getting hard against his arse, rocking himself slowly, grinding into Newt.

“Been thinking about you all week, you gotta let me come over more. When Theseus has a girlfriend, I’ll be over here all the time,” Percival muttered, half to himself it seemed.

Newt glanced at the stairs, he could hear the shower running.

He should be better.

“Have you been needing it, darling?” he asked instead, feeling Percival shudder against him. He never could keep himself together when Newt acted motherly. He didn’t know Percival’s home life but he supposed something must be lacking for Percival to need affection so desperately.

It's easy to turn in his hold so Newt can wind his arms around the young man and lean in to plant a kiss on his mouth. He wonders if Percival is embarrassed to be so needy like this, if he shies away from others his own age because of it. Newt just finds it adorable. The way he kisses so hungrily, pushing Newt against the counter edge and clinging to him. Hurried hands pulling at Newt’s shirt to get it out of his pants and to also cup his backside and squeeze.

“Easy,” Newt tells him when he breaks the kiss. Pressing his lips softy to Percival’s brow as he reaches and undoes Percival’s trousers with quick and clever hands. He's already hard and straining in his pants. Black modern cut briefs, Newt had never cared about such things in years. Now he finds himself replacing everything he has with newer and better things. Knowing someone would see it beside himself. Percival is already dressed to win, he always was. Newt had noticed how sharp-dressed he was from the beginning. Wearing things to show off how lithe he was, subtle muscle, coiled power like a large cat waiting to strike.

His cock throbs in Newt’s hand and he feels it when magic coils around his hips. His pants and briefs are pulled open and down, clean off one foot so he can spread his thighs wide. Percival's hands cup his arse and then lift him a touch, setting him on the edge of the counter.

He can feel Percival’s impressive magic as it undoes the buttons of his shirt. The precision of it so rare without a wand to guide it. Percival's mouth fell on Newt’s neck as he kissed and sucked hungrily.

Newt held onto his cock lightly, rubbing him through his briefs as Percival mauled his neck. Newt hummed out, tipping his head to give the boy more room to work. He teased him with his hand, not enough pressure or grip. Making Percival growl out in frustration and shove against his palm more forcefully.

“Come on sweetheart, we don’t have much time,” Newt gently reminded him. Curling one arm around Percival’s shoulders as he pulled him closer between his spread thighs. Newt perched on the edge of the counter with the much younger man standing between his legs. He really did spread them far too easily for this troublesome boy.

Percival gave an intelligible reply, muffled by kisses and his tongue against Newt’s skin. He was moving downward instead of stepping back to line up. Peppering light kisses to each of Newt’s nipples a bit, flicking one with his tongue and sucking on it lightly. Pulling at it as if milk would come. Newt imagines Percival would rather like it. He was fixated on them, Newt needing an undershirt some days because they were so sore from being licked and nipped on the day before.

He felt Percival’s hand on his own erection, pumping a few times and then needing to go lower. He always liked having his arse played with over anything. Newt pressed a foot flat against the cupboard and put on hand on the countertop to balance himself as he inched to the very edge. He felt the magic first, a simple spell to clean and prep him. A sudden slick along his hole just before Percival's fingers were there, rubbing at him eagerly.

Newt bit his lower lip, eyes falling half-shut as the pleasure started to lull him.

He had gone for months in the beginning, resisting the dark-eyed boy trying to seduce him. And that was just when he realized it, heaven only knew how long Percival had been trying to get his attention.

But then it only took one night when he had been terribly lonely and Percival had been so insistent for just one little kiss. He was never badgering, never pushy or childish in this. Always aware Newt had his own interest as well, trying to coax that out of him more. So damn charming and Newt knew he had been moved by the dedication. It had been a very long time since he had felt wanted, perhaps he never really had before. The way Percival had looked at him as if he could give him something great, the way he had tried so hard, every careful step to inch closer. It was almost painful, how hard Percival was trying, there was something about it as well, something profound. Percival needed him in a way that spoke beyond sex, he needed him in a way Newt’s own lonely heart understood. When they were together he held on so tight and his smile was so bright for every inch Newt gave him.

How could he resist that?

But then one kiss only grew. One little touch, just once, one time, just a few times, over and over, Newt’s own body betrayed him when he discovered how good he could feel. He told himself he could stop when he never could. He pretended he had control when really it was more of a free fall. Tumbling into bed with the bright beautiful man, feeling his lithe body and being felt in return. Newt had never known such sexual intimacy before. He had never realized two people could ever feel so close.

He feels when Percival edges the tip of a finger into him, sliding it smoothly and then pulling back to add a second. He can feel them inside him, pushing into him, invading in such an intimate way. It makes Newt clutch at Percival every time. He pulls him up from his chest to kiss him again, more eager now. Open-mouthed and lewd even, lust making them rush. Newt has never shared something like this with anyone before. He should know better but he can’t seem to stop himself at all. Letting this boy take all he wants, giving it to him.

“Hurry up, darling, or you’ll have to leave without finishing again,” Newt warns him sweetly and Percival groans in answer. Three fingers are in Newt, stretching out and he sighs at the sensation, thighs spreading wide for the handsome man before him. Poor Percival had ended up sneaking back in that time. When Theseus was in bed, fucking Newt against the door quickly just so he could finish inside him, all flustered and desperate.

“It’s ok,” he admits softly, not wanting to tease him too much. “I bought myself a toy, I can take you,” he confessed and he can feel the way Percival freezes up a second before melting.

“Fuck,” he breathes with real heat. Hands all scrambling as he gets his cock out hurriedly.

“You need it bad? Couldn’t wait for me? I wanna see it, want to watch you,” Percival is talking too fast, near breathless as he lines himself to get into Newt. It’s rather endearing.

The first stretch burns a little, but as Percival sinks in Newt takes him. No matter how eager, the darling always waits for a breath for Newt to adjust.

“You good?” he asks, resting his head on Newt’s shoulder. He can feel the man shiver as he strains and Newt feels a soft smile flick on the corner of his mouth. He nods his head and Percival feels it because he eases back a touch and then slides back in.

Two hands curl under each of his thighs and Newt grips the edge of the counter in both hands, already knowing.

Percival fucks hard and fast. Showing his youth in the stamina and power, thrusting in and out of Newt without let up. It feels amazing, the nice fat cock inside him, pulling at his insides and making them sing with pleasure. Newt swallows the first few sounds, but soft gasps and moans begin to escape his throat, his breathing losing rhythm as Percival just fucks him so filthy and rough. Amoss had never been half as a good, never made Newt feel a slice of what Percival can wring out of him. He does feel bad about it, but it’s so wickedly good, leaves him breathless and keeps him warm at night.

He can hear the steady slap of skin on skin as Percival pounds away, the gleam of sweat on his brow. Newt put a hand on his mouth when a too-loud sound comes out, Percival hissing out and slamming in deep as he comes suddenly. Newt can feel the throb inside him. The way Percival's entire body tenses up tells him he’s managed to come.

“Percival,” Newt scolds softly, panting a bit. He had noticed Percival didn’t pull a condom, but sometimes he fucked Newt and pulled out to finish on his face.

The hands on his thighs move, pulling Newt unexpectedly. He goes and finds himself flipped around, bent over the sink. Before he can blink Percival is shoving back into him.

Wild boy.

Until Percival, Newt hadn’t even realized how many times a man could go. He had felt so sexually innocent back then, all those months ago.

“Fuck him,” Percival grows behind him, ramming into Newt, his own breath heavy as he slam-fucked into Newt’s willing body. He had to steady himself with his hands, the man behind was being so deliciously feral, all demanding and possessive.

“He’s not here, he doesn't deserve you, bastard, doesn’t deserve this,” he punctuates it with a jarring thrust. Percival bends over him, his brow on Newt’s back as he kept thrusting in tight little jerks.

“I’d take such good care of you, better than him. Want him to know, he left you and someone scooped you up, fucked you and bred you,” Percival hisses out at the word ‘bred’. Newt can feel something inside him flutter as well. Lust makes him foolish and loose-tongued.

“That's what you want darling? Want to get me pregnant?” he asks and Percival groans as he comes a second time, hips stuttering. A hand closes around Newt’s own cock and he whimpers, hiding his face in his arm as Percival keeps fucking him while jerking him off. Long rough pulls on his cock. That and the sensation of being opened up on his cock, knowing Percival has come in him twice bare, Newt comes undone with a soft gasp.

He rocks back on the cock in him as he shivered and rides the pleasure. Breathing heavily as he lets himself go slack against the countertop. Percival pulls back slowly, his cock coming free from his body. Newt can’t imagine the view he has but he can feel two fingers on him, pushing seed back into his sloppy hole. He feels used and on display, so wicked and terrible.

“Just leave it, let it sort itself out,” Percival tells him in a whisper.

Newt knows immediately that he can’t, his mind more clear. He can’t get pregnant now, when Amoss has been gone so long. It would be obvious. Percival is the only one who comes around the house. Newt had no friends or such. Theseus would know right away, anyone with a mind would know right away. That Newt was letting a man half his age fucking him silly.

“It would be a nice clean divorce, you can start travelling more for work, not just basement creatures hidden away. Theseus will be busy with university and then auror training. I can afford it all easily. Put him through school, let you travel, raise a baby or two for me. I’d be so good to you,”

Newt’s still leaned over the counter, feeling Percvial’s hand on the small of his back, just resting there for a long moment. He doesn’t know what to say. Percival has talked like this before, hinted around it but never so clearly.

He’s never asked like this before.

Then they heard Theseus upstairs.

Newt jerked up and Percival’s magic runs across him, pants pulled back up, sweat wiped clean. Newt grabs his own wand and opens the kitchen cupboards pulling out ingredients hurriedly. Percival steps away, sitting on a stool near the counter, looking like not a hair is out of place.

His eyes are dark and intent on Newt still. He can feel himself flush under such a look.

“I’m almost ready,” Theseus tells Percival as he goes to the closet to find his good coat to wear out.

“Are you drink-ing,” Newt asks and Theseus huffs out.

“Just a little bit maybe, well be fine. Percival never drinks, always the sober driver.” Theseus assures him and Newt knows it’s true. Percival had mentioned once, about a family member who drank too much putting him off of it. Newt still knows so little about him.

They barely know each other he tells himself.

Percival gives Newt a polite smile as he gets up. Theseus is putting on his boots at the door and Newt turns to watch them. Percival pauses at the postcard and flicks one, watching it fall to the floor, Theseus doesn’t notice it.

“Do you heard from your dad much?” he asks Theseus who snorts.

“Never. That old man’s too busy for me,” he says with resentment, Theseus long over wanting a relationship with the man who never stayed long.

“At least you have a doting mum,’ Percival throws Newt a wink and Theseus glances at Newt, his eyes going soft.

“Yeah, I am lucky for that,” he says and waves to Newt with a bright smile.

Much later in the evening, Newt’s finished his rounds with his creatures and his phone dings. He forgets it all over the place but Theseus insists he has one. So Newt finds it and there are two messages on it. One is from Theseus telling him he’ll be out late, possibly the whole night.

The second is from Percival, asking if he can come over.

They crossed a new line today, talking about Newt leaving his husband for Percival. He supposes this is Percival’s way of checking in on him. Seeing if Newt will let him near or if he’ll keep him at a distance. If he lets him come over tonight Percival will be insistent about not using condoms, Newt already knows that. He cleaned himself up already but he hadn't taken a potion just yet. He will soon.

Probably.

Newt sighs out, feeling his age as he makes his way up to the bedroom. It’s his own truly, no sense of anyone else in the room. The bed was his own, worn down the middle and not the sides. His clothing alone lines the closet and the dresser. Newt was married but he knew he wasn’t in any real sense of the word. What would it be like to have someone else there? To have Percival smirking at him all the time. To learn more about him, about the parents he never mentions and the lingering sadness that Newt sees in him sometimes.

Percival really should find someone his own age.

But Newt can’t imagine going back to before, trying so hard to convince himself he was happy as he was. That he didn’t feel terribly alone every day and how badly he wanted to just get up and walk out of his house. Down the road, down the trail and keep going on and on and never look back.

He should be better.

He tells Percival he can come over instead.