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[Credence has learned, over time, that he's incredibly lucky to have met Percival Graves. The life he lives now, wealth and luxury, extends beyond fulfilling basic needs, and while he's no longer hungry or cold at the worst of times, he's stumbled into the exquisite pleasures that only someone like Graves could afford to give him. Give them both. Their relationship at home is, as it's always been, strong and flourishes every day. He can't remember the exact moment, or if it wasn't from the second he saw him, but he loves Percival with everything he has and is. He trusts him. They settle into their new, grand apartment - something that is both of theirs, though it bares more of Graves' style with touches of Credence throughout.

And then they pick up right where they left off. With the club.

He's no longer new at this. He doesn't need a guiding hand or for Percival to walk him through everything. Credence knows what to say, when to say it, and most importantly, he knows exactly what he likes. There are rules, his own rules, that he wouldn't let anyone break - not even Graves. There are rules that they have together, so that Credence never feels jealous or uncertain. They walk a fine, high-strung line and it works for them so well that it often feels unreal. It's a part of their understanding, it's the only way something like this would work for someone like Credence.

It hasn't been so long that he's forgotten, but it's been long enough that the anticipation has built up inside his chest, raw and pounding to get out. And the goddess in the gold dress sings - ]

I walked into the room dripping in gold
Yeah dripping in gold
I walked into the room dripping in gold
Dripping in gold
A wave of heads did turn, or so I've been told
Or so I've been told
My heart broke when I saw you kept your gaze controlled
Oh I cannot solve

[Credence's eyes are closed, rocking side to side as he listens to the sound of her voice, the press of Percival's mouth against his own. The hand cupped so possessively above his ass, fingers moving down over the plug, and he feels so beautiful in the clothes his husband had picked out for him, the smudge of liner around his eyes and the lipstick that took half an hour to apply so it wouldn't come off. He blinks, rolling forward and turning so that his back is pressed to Graves', a hand coming up to tug his robe apart, letting it fall open.]

I want.. [He nods to the singer.] .. her to watch.

Can you do that for me, Daddy?

[The rest - whether Graves fucks him or someone else sucks him off or if Percival forces him to his knees or bends him over a nearby surface or has him ride him until he passes out - he doesn't care.]

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Yes.

[ Graves' voice is a low, dangerous purr when Credence turns around in his arms, and his gaze flicks up to the singer, beautiful and sensuous as she is. He's already hard, there's no pretending -- everything that Credence is tantalizes and titillates, and he will give him all that he demands. He's come such a long, long way, his sexuality awakened and tended, carefully cultivated to blossom, and Graves senses how the others' heads turn to the beautiful boy in his arms.

Credence's robe has fallen open, smooth as water, to reveal pale, smooth skin that anyone would kill to worship, to press their mouths on it in open reverence. He knows, too, that more than a handful of their esteemed, anonymous guests are here for Credence, for how that expensive scrap of cloth that passes for underwear accentuates the shape of his cock and his balls, and the shape of his sensuous, full mouth that promises a world of sin.

And Graves is the man who has him, his teeth scraping over his earlobe when the singer looks over, and he holds her gaze fearlessly, a hand splayed possessively over Credence's chest and sliding down, down, pushing his underwear down to let it slip down his hips, trapped at his thighs. The true prize is his cock when it springs free, and the singer breaks her gaze to stray downwards, her eyes on Credence's cock, his heavy balls as Graves exposes his husband to her, puts him on display the same way she is. He's stroking Credence's cock now, light fingers moving up and down the shape of his dick, thumbing over the slit and showing him off.

Look at Credence, look how he steals the show with a body that's meant to be fucked, to be debauched and ravished. ]

You are to call me that the entire night. [ He growls softly in his ear, free hand coming to ease the plug out of his ass, sliding the toy back into his pocket. ] Do you see how they're craving you, my boy? How she's looking at you? Would you like her sweet, soft cunt tonight?

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[Credence lets his eyes fall shut. He knows that Graves will make it happen - he always does, whatever he wants. He doesn't think he could ever ask for anything that Percival couldn't get for him. Cool air hits him and he sways, rocking his body, pressing his ass into the dip of Graves' hips. He shifts and moves, letting the music and the stroke of Percival's hand on his cock guide his actions.]

Yes, Daddy.

[His mouth curves into a smirk as his eyelashes flutter, a groan slipping out as he glances around as his Daddy commanded that he do.]

I see them. [Credence whines at the loss of the plug, the emptiness, the way his muscles clench and spasm around nothing.] No. She hasn't earned it.

[His voice is soft, but firm, almost petulant in tone. He's acting as if such a stunning, beautiful woman isn't allowed to have his cock. As if she's not yet satisfied some unspecified set of guidelines before she can come near him. He wants it that way.]

She knows she hasn't.

[He cants his hips back, grinds low and slow.]

You're taking too long.

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Patience, my boy.

[ Graves purrs, low and velvet, his gaze squarely on the young woman who's singing, who's clearly noticed them -- and is that a tremor in her voice, is that a gentle fumble for words? She's too much of a professional to let on, and by that Graves is pleased, even when he catches her gaze sweeping over Credence's naked body, deliberately put on display by his indulgent older lover. She might not see their whole faces, but it doesn't matter.

No, all that matters is their bodies, the sex, obscene and poetic and sinfully sensual. Their bodies fit together seamlessly, when Graves' cock is so hard against where Credence is so shamelessly grinding down against him, begging to be fucked like a cat in heat. He tightens his hold around his cock with a lazy chiding, lips gently nipping at his earlobe, absorbing and delighting in Credence's imperious refusal.

No, of course not -- all of them must earn their place with his beautiful boy; after all, fucking him and getting fucked by him is a privilege precious few have -- Credence has impeccable standards, and he guides his boy's hand to his groin, guiding him to unzip him, to relieve the pressure of just how fucking hard he is right now, and he sucks a lovebite on the curve of Credence's throat. ]

Take me out, baby. Get me ready. I'm going to fuck you in front of her; look at how she wants you. [ He smiles, slow and wicked. ] What if I make her ride you, hmm? What if I want to watch you lift her skirts up, and push your cock inside her?