Break some bread for all my sins

[lost_auror]

It took a part of the weekend, but Percival managed to get the office cleaned out and turned into a proper bedroom. His desk had been moved to a corner of the living room, his files reorganized there. That way he had no reason to go in and out of Credence's room - he thought it was important for him to have a space that was just his own.

The better part of a day had been spent getting Credence a proper wand. It took time and Percival was not about to rush something so important; in the end, he thought the wand perfected suited to the boy.

Their final outing over the course of a couple days was to get Credence clothes to fill his new wardrobe. And he was-- Percival swore he must be mistaken, but Credence seemed coy throughout the entire endeavor. It was getting later by the time they finished; Percival got them dinner out before they returned to the apartment for the evening. He left Credence to put away his things and spent some time reviewing the cases that had been suspended while he'd been missing. He turned in with a quiet goodnight, but even after laying in bed he couldn't bring himself to fall asleep.

Not after what had happened the other night. And the time before that. Each instance played over and over again in his head until he found himself slipping from bed, just-- just to test a theory. He opened his door quietly and went out into the living room, quiet. He glanced to see if Credence had left his door open.

Again.

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[clear_water]

The praise pries apart the rush of guilt, putting it at arms length to Credence. He lays there, panting gently, and when Percival passes his hand in front he leans up without untucking his hands from under his back to kiss and lick him clean.

He feels awfully seen to, even if his chest says otherwise, and he looks at Percival, all large eyes and softly asking, "And you?"

[lost_auror]

Percival strokes his fingers down Credence's cheek. "You don't need to worry about me tonight." He looks at him for a moment longer, almost hesitating, then leans down to kiss him, soft and almost chaste.

"Wait here." He gets up slowly and disappears from the room; he comes back in short order with a damp wash cloth, still warm from being run under the faucet. Percival leans over to tenderly clean away the come on Credence's chest and stomach, his cock.

[clear_water]

Credence watches him, eyes careful and curious, because he's fairly certain that's not how it's supposed to work. He doesn't voice the concern. While Percival is out of the room, Credence moves his arms out from underneath him and waits patiently. When he comes back, when he's near enough, Credence nervously but boldly touches Percival's thigh. "You're sure?"

[lost_auror]

The touch almost breaks him. Percival has to close his eyes for a moment to regain himself; he reaches down to gently pat Credence's hand. "For tonight, I'm certain."

He considers for a moment, then adds, "You'll earn it, Credence." He strokes over Credence's cheek before he stands straight again. With a faint gesture from Percival, the blanket lifts from where it's ended up at the foot of the bed and covers Credence up to the chest. "But not tonight."