Break some bread for all my sins

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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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Percival stifled a groan at the soft sounds Credence makes, at the way he's looking at him. This isn't about him just now - not this time. He lets go of Credence and holds his palm up near his mouth.

"Lick," he instructs.

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The gesture is authoritative and demanding, but not unkind, and Credence follows the order without thinking. He licks, long and slow and as wet as he can, across Percival's palm, from the heel up his fingers. Then, though he was not told, he licks and sucks at the fingers as well, panting around each one.

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Percival lets his hand linger longer than he needs to, too drawn in by the slick tease of Credence's tongue, too lost in imagining where else that attention could be applied. He forces himself back to focus, drawing his hand away so that he can resume stroking Credence.

"Good boy," he breathes. "Very good, Credence." Somehow he keeps his voice steady despite the force of his arousal. It would have to wait.

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The praise sinks through him, a baptismal moment of warmth and comfort and reassurance. Credence's cheeks go hot, but he does not object to any bit of that praise, that closeness, that touch. It feels different, with Percival's palm and fingers wet from his mouth. Credence lifts his hands and covers his face, ashamed of how quickly and how much he wants.

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Percival lets go of Credence's cock in favor of pulling at least one of his hands down, revealing part of his face. "Don't cover yourself up, Credence. I want to see every second. Do you understand?"

He releases Credence's wrist and slowly lets his hand drift back down to resume stroking. He's prepared to stop again if he needs to - as many times as it takes until Credence listens.

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Credence gasps, not really sure what to do with himself, knowing that Percival is looking at him. It heightens everything, and shame wiggles its way through his belly; or maybe that's pleasure, desperate and hot and overwhelming.

He casts an arm over his eyes, whimpering softly when Percival touches him again.

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"Credence."

Percival's voice is gentle yet firm, trying to leave no room for argument; a tender admonishment. His hand stills but he doesn't take it away this time, waiting to see if Credence will listen.

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Credence breathes out once, twice, high in his chest and a little unnerved. His cock twitches, he can feel it, and he whimpers again, just a little.

Slowly, closing his eyes to shut out the embarrassment for even a moment, Credence moves his arm. He moves both arms, tucking his hands under his back and grabbing his elbows. Like this, he can't shield himself, he can behave, he can-- "I'll be good, daddy."

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Percival is about to offer instruction when Credence moves to tuck his hands beneath him. His cock ached at the sight, at the answer Credence gave him.

"I know you will," he breathes.

He resumes stroking, a bit quicker now, certain he won't have to pause again. He's drawn this out long enough for one night - it wouldn't do to torture Credence too much. Not yet.

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The increased effort thrums in Credence, and he shivers, nearly arching his hips and then, with a whimper, holding them down against the bed as Percival strokes him. He keeps his eyes shut a moment longer, brows knitted neatly together, before shyly opening them to watch how Percival watches him--and he does, he looks at him like he's good, like he's done well, like he's worth something.

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"That's it," he urges as Credence tries to lay still. "You needn't hold back here."

He wonders how often Credence has been forced to deny himself, the ache he's endured. He keeps his hand moving, finding a rhythm that seems to work best for Credence, something he seems to like. It feels wicked, how much he wants to see this young man fall to pieces. But he does. He wants to badly.

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Credence whines, because that's certainly a mixed message. Percival held his hips down earlier when he tried to fuck into the circle of his hand, and he only wants--he wants Percival to approve, because it feels so good, and he can't imagine trying to finish himself off now. If he were allowed.

He shifts his hips up, a slight jostle, panting softly. "Oh...oh, daddy...please."

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"You can move your hips, Credence. You've behaved yourself very well. I want to see you come for me."

Percival wonders, only for a moment, if he might be able to come without even touching himself. He doubts it, but in that minute he wonders. Credence looks so good, and each sweet sound he makes tugs at something in him.

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He hardly needs to. Percival tells him what he wants, and Credence can feel it rolling through him, a steady, sudden rush of heat and want and need. He barely lasts a few more strokes, clutching his own arms and rocking his hips just a little bit into the stroke of Percival's hand.

When he comes, it's a striping mess across his stomach, up to his chest, and he bites his lip to keep quiet, only a tiny whimper working out of him.

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His breath escapes in a heavy exhale as he watches Credence come undone, making a mess of himself. Percival strokes him for just a moment more, then leans down to kiss his forehead.

"Very good," he murmurs. "Well done, Credence... That is exactly what I wanted." He releases Credence's cock and sits up a bit more. Percival considers a moment, then lets his hand hover over Credence's lips. "You've made a bit of a mess," he says tenderly. "Clean my hand off, then we'll see to you."

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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?"

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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.

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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?"

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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."