#gravesgrindelwald

#6: lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up 

@funkzpiel

It was still dark when Percival stirred and stretched out his legs from their sleepy curl. Gellert did not sleep deeply even on a good day, but he went to bed with Percival all the same. He liked to think that he slept better when Percival was at his side -- just as a long line of heat that pressed against Gellert through the night. 

Gellert didn’t even open his eyes before turning into Percival’s sleepy embrace, nosing closer until they were mouth to mouth -- kissing sweetly, lazily. Percival sighed, draping his arms over Gellert’s shoulders and arching up as hands stroked down the length of his body.

There had been a time, Gellert thought, when he had not even known that this was something that could be missed, and now he could not go a day without it. During the day, he found that he ached for the softness of Percival’s skin, the way his body melted from gentle curves to lean muscle, the sharpness of his ankles as they dragged along his calves.

His ignorant past had assumed Percival to be as cold as his office, as stern and unyielding in his personal life as his profession demanded. He thrilled at how wrong he’d been. How could he have known upon first sight how easily the great Director Graves could yield when kissed into sleep warm pillows? How delicate his lashes felt when Gellert brushed his lips across the man’s lids? How his whole body seemed to yearn for the intimate press of their bodies upon the day’s break? The knowledge was bliss, and their little bed served as their narrow slice of heaven.

He luxuriated now at the warm cavern of Percival’s mouth, his face held tenderly in the frame of Percival’s hands, his body cradled gently in the splay of Percival’s thighs. Here, Gellert could stay the day away, memorizing Percival’s shape by touch alone -- learning and relearning until the whole of him was seared into Gellert’s soul -- such that he could summon at will the very essence of this moment whenever he needed it.

Which was all the time. Every minute, every hour, every day. In the loudness, in the silence. In the in between. Every second that Gellert did not spend precisely here, with the sun curling chilly fingers across his bare shoulders as he held himself protectively over this man who had so securely fastened himself to Gellert’s side that the very idea of straying from this quiet haven they’d built became unimaginable.

A part of him wondered if this had been Percival’s plan all along -- to make Gellert so keenly attached so that he was always in a hurry to return to Percival’s embrace. If Percival felt even half the pleasure that he did, however, then Gellert could not fault him. What possibility was there for bitter resentment to blossom between them when the reality was so sweet? 

Let the world fall to ashes, Gellert thought as he curled his tongue alongside Percival’s. Let it burn, let it wash away, so long as he had his home here. He would count his victories along the slope of Percival’s neck and his fortunes along the curve of his spine. 

His joy would be whorls of Percival’s fingertips. His desire, the tangle of Percival’s hair across the sheets. His love, the dark glitter of Percival’s eyes as he woke from pleasant sleep. His life, the blushing kiss of Percival’s smile each morning.

It would be enough.

It would be enough.

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Gellert Grindelwald Additional Tags: Kinktober 2017, Daddy Kink, Rimming, Dom/sub Undertones, Begging, Humiliation, Under-negotiated Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Play Series: Part 9 of Kinktober 2017 Summary:

"Please," Graves says. When Grindelwald looks up, Graves has half his face pressed into the pillow. His cheeks are bright red, flushed almost as deeply as the little hole that keeps begging to be touched. "Please--"

Grindelwald grins. "And you said nothing good could ever come from my mouth."

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Gellert Grindelwald Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Gellert Grindelwald, Omega Original Percival Graves, Aphrodisiacs, kinktober 2017, Kinktober, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Deception, Mating Bites, Dubious Consent Series: Part 1 of Kinktober 2017 Summary:

Rating: Mature Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Gellert Grindelwald Additional Tags: Begging, Kinktober 2017, Kinktober, Manipulation, Power Dynamics, Power Couple, Negotiations Series: Part 4 of Kinktober 2017 Summary:

"You're thinking of it now, aren't you?" Grindelwald says. "Something that will make one night of acting worth it. Tell me, my dear, and I'll make your wishes come true."

There's something about his voice that promises so much in every word. A quiet certainty that whispers darkly at the back of the mind, licking at the edges of every secret that Graves tries to keep locked away.

"Beg me," Graves says.

Grindelwald blinks. "Excuse me?"

SHIT.

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Graves doesn’t give into the idea when it’s presented to him. It’s abhorrent, the idea of having to whore his way to freedom. But for the sake of his subordinates...

“How will I know you keep your word?”

I. Broken glass. 

The dining room was finely decorated. Graves didn’t have to see the furniture to know that much; the dining room was his own. His furniture, his apartment, his home. Even the wine glass that Grindelwald set next to his dinner plate had come from the set of four that Graves rarely touched himself. 

Grindelwald was summoning dinner from the kitchen with Graves’ wand and readjusting the plates to fit his precise expectations with hands that he’d transfigured in Graves’ image. There was very little about the man that Graves considered original, except perhaps the manner in which he treated his captives.

“You should eat,” Grindelwald coaxed from where he saw across from Graves. “You’ll need your strength.”

For the next round of torture, yes, Graves rather suspected he would need all the help he could get. “I’m not hungry,” he spat instead.