Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/14072166.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Original_Percival_Graves/Newt_Scamander
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Mpreg, Accelerated_Aging, minor_male_lactation,
      Inhuman_Percival, Succubi_&_Incubi, Virginity, Sexual_Exploriation, First
      Time, Hand_Jobs, Empathy
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-23 Words: 6907
****** Mother's Touch ******
by Miss_Lv
Summary
     “Oh, hello little darling,” Newt finally whispered softly, as if
     talking too loud would break the moment.
     Something like awe settling over him.
     This child he delivered in a single night.
     Despite being a man.
     Clearly, the lore on the incubus was vastly underwhelming compared to
     the truth.
     A tail curled around Newt’s wrist, holding tightly as the baby drank
     contently, blinking his golden eyes up at Newt. As if imprinting on
     him, looking up at his mother as Newt peered looked back down and
     felt his heart make room for this new life.
     “I suppose I’m your mummy, my little darling.”
Notes
     Posting Incubus fic on it's own! I'm working on a second part from
     Percvial's pov so I'll add that as a second chapter to this.
     I've chosen to tag underage just because I like to be on the caution
     side.
See the end of the work for more notes
Things rarely go to plan when working with magical creatures, Newt has found
over the years.
After a day of gathering field research and making notes on the local
creatures, Newt went to his rented room for the evening. It was a small
wizarding village and he was grateful to not have to both hiding his magic. Not
that he minded a great deal but it was simply convenient. He opened up the door
to his room and he stopped short to find someone waiting inside.
A very handsome man with a charming smile. Newt felt heat pool in his belly
immediately, he was very good looking and his eyes locked on Newt like he was
the only thing that mattered. Newt was almost immediately sure this man was an
incubus, one of the very creatures he had come to Romania to study. 
“M-May I help you?” Newt managed to ask, perhaps there was a mix up with the
rooms but it felt unlikely. Newt had spent the last week asking the locals
about the magical creatures that coexisted with them. He had given a special
interest in incubi and succubi, hoping to learn more about the mysterious and
widely feared beings.
“I heard you talking today,” the man said, his voice low and smooth,
mesmerizing in a way. “In the market about the incubi, wanting to learn about
them, you said.”
“Yes,” Newt agreed hastily, adjusting his wrist sleeve awkwardly and hoping to
coax this creature into talking to him. “I’m writing a book you see, and I
would like to write the facts rather than the lore.”
“Most books are about how to kill creatures,” a frown pulled on the man’s face
and he looked out the window he was standing at. “More would hunt and harm
rather than learn.”
“Well, I hope to change that. To educate my fellow wizards and make them see we
should be living peacefully with creatures, rather than out to harm them.”
The stranger looked at Newt again, as if he could see right into him and know
if he meant what he said.
After a moment he seemed pleased and smiled warmly, making Newt feel that heat
edge up his spine, his whole body feeling distinctly…warm.
“Are you sure you’re not the incubus? You’re very pretty,” the stranger teased,
voice low and seductive.
Newt laughed weakly, looking down in embarrassment while the man crossed the
room. He reached just passed Newt’s head and tipped the door to the room the
last inch closed, the lock clicking automatically.
Now, Newt wasn’t the sort to be sleeping with just anyone. He wasn’t that type
at all really. His experiences in sex were very few and mostly with him
fumbling and feeling like a fool.
The stranger never told Newt his name but he did lay Newt down on the bed and
make his body feel amazing. Newt hadn’t realized how good sex could be, how
much he could experience and how high carnal pleasure could take him.
At some point, the incubus stopped hiding its form, but Newt was far too gone
to even think straight, much less comment on it. He had long dark horns but
surprisingly no wings. His eyes were golden and glowing. His skin around his
hands and feet faded from a tanned brown into a magical blue-black, as if he
had dipped them into something dark. He had claws but never used them. His feet
were different, Newt knew that much but he never got a clear look at them, too
distracted. The creature had Newt over and over, taking him and spilling in
him, licking Newt’s neck and telling him lovely he looked spread out on the
bed.
The incubus kissed wet and deep, his tongue was rather long Newt thought. But
it felt marvellous. It felt all so delightful, every touch was perfect. Newt
shivered as he came and whimpered for more, unable to do anything but want
more.
Newt doesn’t know exactly when he lost consciousness. One moment he was kissing
and being rutted into and the next moment he was waking up alone in the room.
Newt whimpered out pitifully, everything hurt, his poor body aching. The light
from the window making his head throb and he clenched his eyes closed to avoid
it. His thighs and backside burning in pain as he reached out blindly for his
coat. His magic brought it to his fingers and inside his right pocket was an
emergency potion. Newt took it quickly and then sighed out as the pain receded.
Newt relaxed into the pillow under his head slowly, feeling the potion work
until the pounding in his head was more bearable. It felt like a very intense
hangover and Newt wondered if he had been drained by the incubus. He tired to
catalogue the sensations to record them later. He now had first-hand experience
to work from. 
 
Something made a soft sound and Newt’s eyes flew open as he jerked up into a
sitting position. He had been sure he was alone in the room; it was small with
nowhere to hide.
The bottom part of the bed was a mess of blood.
Newt suddenly understood why his body ached so badly.
There was an infant between his knees, sleeping softly, cord still attached to
an afterbirth between Newt’s thighs.
He had no idea where exactly the baby came out of and he doesn’t want to know
right at that moment as the shock settled over him.
Fighting down panic, Newt reached for his wand. He cleaned the gory mess
absently and brought over a clean towel to wrap the baby in. It was very
clearly an incubus. A little male with tiny horns and a long thin tail. His
little hands and feet have the same skin, fading into the blue-black at the
tips. His feet were different too, more joints then a human with four long toes
rather than human feet. He had dark hair and on his forehead are two little
horn bumps.
Newt swallowed weakly and realized he was very much out of his depth.
He had no idea how to care for this tiny life in his hands, feeling so fragile
and innocent in his careful grip. Newt had raised newborn creatures and orphans
before but this felt like far more.
The stories of incubi were varied, some people casting such dark light on the
poor creatures and others recalling them fondly. There was little known about
them, some rumors suggested the succubi and incubi was a single being, able to
change genders. How would he deal with such a thing? What would this baby need
to grow strong and healthy?
There were some who claimed to have carried a half-breed child in the area. But
Newt had looked into that as well but found the children all perfectly human.
He did know better than to say that, nervous mothers who were supposed to have
been virgins. Holding a true incubi babe proved his suspicions correct.
That was the problem at the heart of the matter though.
A lot of people blamed the creatures and claimed they saw them to cover more…
carnal affairs with other people. So what was the truth and what was lies was
rather hard to dissect for these unique creatures. Newt abruptly wondered if
this was how the incubi last night had decided to educate him, by giving him an
incubi child to raise. But with the information so varied and little proven,
Newt wasn't sure he could take care of this little life. 
The child snuffled and slowly woke up, taking Newt’s full attention once more.
Golden eyes peer up at Newt, wide and blameless as the baby cooed at him in
innocuous delight.
“H-Hello,” Newt whispered and gathered the baby closer to him, wrapping him
more up snugly as a tiny hand curl around one of his fingers. The baby sucked
his own thumb, holding his head up and looking at Newt with curiosity. The
child was more advanced than a human newborn, more alert with more motor
control Newt observed.
Newt’s child whimpered and reached out, spit smeared hands stretching for him
and his heart thumped painfully as he brought the baby to his chest awkwardly
but gently. He cradled him as he had seen mothers do before.
“Oh, hello little darling,” Newt finally whispered softly, as if talking too
loud would break the moment.
Something like awe settling over him. 
The baby turned his little head and nuzzled Newt’s bare skin. He was still nude
he realized and the baby latched onto a nipple.
“Nothing there I’m afraid,” he chuckled and then startled a bit at the wet
sensation. Then he blinked at the very odd feeling of…something. The baby
pulled off and smacked his lips, milk bubbling on his lips as he latched again.
Newt was lactating.  
His chest looked the same, his other nipple looked normal but he could feel it,
felt the baby nursing.
The child he delivered in a single night.
Despite being a man.
Clearly, the lore on the incubus was vastly underwhelming compared to the
truth.
A tail curled around Newt’s wrist, holding tightly as the baby drank contently,
blinking his golden eyes up at Newt. As if imprinting on him, looking up at his
mother as Newt peered looked back down and felt his heart make room for this
new life. 
“I suppose I’m your mummy, my little darling.”
 
“Mummy!” Percival wailed out and Newt felt that kneejerk reaction for the alarm
in his son’s tone. Newt left the nundu enclosure and scanned for the boy,
trying to calm the fear in him that something terrible had occurred.
Percival appeared, unharmed, but sobbing as he hurried to Newt and reached out
to him, wanting to be picked up. Newt never could resist and scooped up his
son, letting him cling close. Percival was a very tactile child and seemed to
have some sort of magical power involving empathy, sensing emotions in others.
When he was upset, the only thing that could calm him was to be hugged close by
a composed Newt. He seemed to take that emotion into himself and use it to calm
as well. Newt had learned a great deal about controlling his emotions these
last few months in order to be there for his son. Percival’s little hand
reached out and rested on Newt’s cheek, taking comfort in skin contract. The
boy hiccupped a sob and his tears slowed, eventually, he began to quiet as Newt
rocked him and kissed his hair and cute little horns.
“What’s wrong?” He asked when Percival seemed collected enough to answer. The
lovely thing about Percival’s empathy was that he could project it as well,
when they had skin contact, Newt could feel Percival’s emotions faintly. The
boy was still distressed but much calmer now. He wasn’t hurt physically but
something had troubled him terribly.
“I touched Frank,” Percival admitted miserably and Newt’s heart constricted in
reaction. His poor boy.
Percival could feel other’s pain, could feel their fear and their agony.
Frank was an amazing thunderbird Newt had recently rescued and he was in
terrible condition, feathers ripped out and used for potions, bits of his skin
cut away, deeply embedded wounds from chains and half starved.
Newt’s heart hurt to see the magnificent beast so injured and that Percival had
felt any measure of that made him hug his child much tighter. Newt had been
researching frantically but he didn’t know if Percival would ever learn to
control this ability. Or if he was both blessed and doomed to feel everything
each time he touched a living creature.
“You must be careful love, you feel so much,” Newt gently cautioned. Percival
was trembling too much for him to truly scold.
Newt thought of good things, of the first time Percival fed the mooncalves and
his first wobbling steps on shaky feet, looking back to make sure Newt was
there with him still. The soothing memories brought serenity and Percival
sagged into it, sighing against Newt’s neck.
Pickett the bowtruckle clucked in worry, poking out of Newt’s shirt pocket.
Other creatures were looking too, checking that Percival was ok.
He had an amazing relationship with them, feeling them and bonding with them on
a wonderful level. Percival had taught Newt so much about magical creatures,
just by relaying their emotions.
“M’ok,” Percival whispered to Pickett and the bowtruckle chirped in relief.
“Why don’t we go and finish feeding Margret? She’ll be happy to see you, her
little cub,” Newt teased and Percival giggled as he wiped at his tears. The
nundu adored Percival and thought him her own young. Licking him to clean him
every time she saw him and trying to share her food, always doting and endeared
to him.
“I’m your cub though, right?”
Newt smiled.
“Of course, my darling boy,” Newt let his emotions run free, all the love he
felt for his special little boy. Percival sighed, curling into the sensation of
love as Newt carried him to the enclosure.
 
“Bastard,” Percival snarled, scrambling after Edgar the niffler. “Give it
back!”
Newt fought a fond smile as he measured the feeds into buckets and listened to
the ruckus behind him. Percival chased the niffler across the open areas, the
little beast scrambling frantically. Who knew what he had stolen but Percival
wasn’t one to be bested. He would hunt the niffler for days, had done so,
setting harmless traps and spending hours thinking of ways to get him. It was
honestly good exercise for them both.
Percival was growing so quickly and he needed to burn his energy, the suitcase
beginning to feel tight with a wild boy running through it.
Five months since the day he was born, he looked like an adolescent and his
mind was developing just as fast. He devoured education, read books and could
recite them line for line after one read. Newt had made a notice-me-not charm
for his son, so he could take him to libraries and let him read as he pleased.
Percival was wary of people but also fascinated with them, sitting on benches
and watching for hours. He was learning to read them like his books, developing
a unique ability to see into a person, to see the good and bad in them like
marks on their skin. He learned that more slowly, taking his time. With common
education, he was always eager for more, never satisfied until he knew
everything there was to know.
So they also went to museums and art galleries, cultural events and religious
places, everywhere Newt could think of where he could learn, he took Percival.
They had been all over Europe as well, travelling from place to place while
living in the suitcase. It was depleting Newt’s savings but worth it to see
Percival learning so much and delighted with it all. He had fun like any child
would, playing and learning games, but it was clear he had a passion for
knowledge that Newt did his best to feed.  
Percival looked to Newt often for answers, utterly believing whatever he told
him. It put a great deal of pressure on Newt, to carefully think his answers
through before he said them. He understood now, the heavy weight of being a
parent, of shaping a young innocent mind.
Percival was very adaptive as well, reacting quickly and keeping his wits.
Always able to blend in no matter where they were. He could eat meat cooked or
raw, or just vegetables alone, his diet seemed to be whatever was available.
His touch empathy remained very powerful but he did have a measure of control
over it now, able to draw away from others enough to treat wounds and the like.
Skin on skin let him feel and project emotions. He was fast and stronger than a
human, very intelligent and able to think on his feet.
Just recently he had learned to make himself look human. It was an illusion,
something he was projecting without actually changing himself. But Newt’s magic
couldn’t sense it at all. No magical detection devices could either.
Percival, thankfully, seemed to come into his powers on instinct has he grew,
his body just learning new things similar to walking and talking. There was no
need for a guide to teach him. Newt was utterly grateful for those instincts
has he had no real idea how to help as Percival discovered powers Newt hadn’t
even known he would have.
“Are you ready?” Percival asked, suddenly right there watching Newt sort the
food out. Newt didn’t start anymore but he was caught off guard still. Percival
could move without a sound, could slip through crowds without touching anyone,
his control really was precise. He’s given Newt a weak heart when he vanished
as a boy.
“Almost done,” Newt reassured as Percival stepped in close and hugged Newt’s
back to his chest. He was just tall enough to rest his chin on Newt’s shoulder
and had preened for days when he realized it. So he let his son wrap around
him, fingers worming under his shirt for skin contact as Newt worked. They had
gotten good at this, Newt working with Percival curled up around him contently.
“I want to see festival lights when the sun goes down,” Percival reminded
absently, watching Newt’s hands work. “The woman in the market said it was
amazing to see.”
Newt hummed in agreement. He had seen this festival before and it was indeed
lovely to watch the lanterns being lit. He divided the food up with care but
did hurry a bit so they could go and find a good spot to watch everything.
He could feel Percival’s eagerness but also his happiness right where they
were, standing close and working in the tranquil of the suitcase. Percival
loved to see things but in the end, he always wanted to return home, into the
suitcase where he felt the safest. Newt had to agree, it had come to feel like
home to him as well.
 
“Show me,” Newt demanded, voice breathless and a touch desperate as Percival
growled at his own carelessness but let Newt pry his hands from his side. He
was slashed but not too deep, nothing deadly and Newt let out a breath, his
shoulders drooping in relief. He slumped carefully against his grown son and
thanked the heavens he was going to be fine. 
“I messed up, this is all my fault,” Percival grumbled and Newt reached a hand
out, cupping Percival’s face and letting him feel that Newt blamed him in no
way.
They had been out late and Percival had been practising holding his human
illusion. He had been doing so well and it was flawless really. Newt should
have known better though, to push the length of time he held it in such a
dangerous area. They were out in the country lands, in an isolated area were
Catholic religion ruled over all. Percival had lost his focus and his true form
had shown. People had immediately screamed devil and they had been forced to
run away from the village on foot. Thank Merlin, Newt had been carrying the
case with him and not left it in some hotel.
Now they were safe, deep in a forest were no muggle would be able to catch up,
much less find them.
Percival had been hurt in the chase but it wasn’t something Newt couldn’t
treat. Resting a hand gently on the cut to keep pressure, Newt hugged him
tightly with his other arm. Percival was sitting on a large boulder and Newt
sagged down so he was kneeling between his thighs, clutching him close still.
“As long as you’re ok,” Newt breathed against Percival’s chest. “Darling, they
would have accused me just as fast if they saw me use magic. Human’s fear what
they don’t understand.”
Newt could feel Percival’s bitter self-disgust, knowing he was different from
others.
“I think you are lovely and we are all singular in some way. It’s a good thing
I believe.”
“Why must I hide from wizards and witches as well then?”
Newt sighed out, pressing his brow again Percival’s chest and feeling his son’s
arms encircle and hug him, Percival’s chin resting in Newt’s hair.
“Because they would see what you are before they saw you for who you are.
Magical Creatures are second-class citizens, beasts before people. They’re
wrong of course, terribly wrong, but they won’t listen. If they knew, they
would treat you less and I couldn’t stand it.”
“So I’ll hide forever?”
“I will change it, one day,” Newt promised and meant it so utterly. “I’m going
to write books and make people understand. That you are just as much a person
as they are. That you deserve everything they do.”
“I don’t care about that,” Percival muttered. “I just want to walk with you, be
beside you always.”
“I can promise you that much then, I’ve never been ashamed to be beside you and
I never will. I only fear for your safety.” Newt assured and he could feel
Percival smile into his hair, his happiness bleeding through his pain at being
rejected by others.
“I only need you mum,” Percival rumbled and Newt could feel that he spoke
truthfully.
 
“What does sex feel like?”
Newt nearly dropped his quill in surprise but managed to keep hold of it.
Percival was laid out on their shared bed, staring at the roof while Newt went
over notes at his desk. It had only been a few weeks since they were run out of
town and they had been staying close to one another.
Percival was at the right development state, Newt supposed, glancing over at
him. He looked similar to his sire, tall and broad. Appearing in his mid-
twenties despite being barely a year old. He had filled out but never managed
to get taller than Newt, much to his annoyance. His horns were higher than Newt
though, reaching up and curving back from his brow. His body was lithe and
strong and he had mastered it so well so fast. He could control his body to a
level that humans could not, his balance was remarkable and his core strength
extraordinary. Percival could walk on his hands without any effort and scale up
trees as if merely running. Newt wondered if it had to do with his tail
perhaps, adding a balance of some sort. 
Either way, Percival was a sleek and powerful creature.
Very handsome as well.
Even with his glamour to hide it showed through. Many women flirted with him
when they went out in public. Plenty of men as well. All of them drawn in by
that easy smile. Percival had a bit of a predator around him as well, seeming
in control and confident in all he did and people gravitated to him for it.
Newt supposed it made sense that Percival would take an interest in sex.
He was an incubus after all, Newt should be glad he hadn’t been curious about
it as a child. He had a theory that it wasn’t the actual sex but skin contact
that incubi sought. Percival seemed to gain something from Newt simply by
holding him. His energy renewed in a way that was more than just normal. As if
Percival was drawing strength from touching Newt. He never felt worse for it
either, never felt drained or tired that he noticed. Newt’s health remained
strong and he was hoping to prove succubus and incubus did not, in fact, drain
life. He had learned so much about the creatures and he was confident he could
write a passage on them that was positive and encouraging.
Although he was admittedly a little lacking in their sexual behaviour.
“It’s different with each person,” Newt began, trying to think of a proper way
to explain sex to someone whose kind was known for it.
“It can be very emotional and loving, very personal and deep. Or it can be more
carnal and less knowing. Some strangers meet and sleep together and never see
one another ever again. Others meet and court and wait until they marry for
life and have sex only after. Honestly, human sexuality is very wrapped up in
morals in most places. But sex feels good, it’s a pleasurable act.”
“Like what?” Percival was watching Newt keenly. As far as Newt knew, Percival
hadn’t discovered masturbation. Perhaps Newt should explain that and let him
explore. But Percival never wanted to learn things on his own, always wanting a
teacher, always hands on. He had never shown any signs either, never asked
these questions before.
Newt flushed a touch.
“It’s a base act, like a massage a bit, you rather like those?”
Percival nodded.
With his rapid growth, his body cramped and ached terribly. Newt had gotten
into the habit of giving him a good rub down and Percival utterly adored it.
All the skin on skin contact seemed to leave him blissed out at the end. His
sore joints relaxed and the pain in them soothed for a bit.
“It’s hard to explain sex. It feels good but it’s also more, in its own unique
way.”
“Have you had lots of sex, mum?”
Newt flushed harder and shook his head in negative.
“Honestly, not very much. A few times with a woman, a few with a man and the
night with your sire. I do like sex, but for me, it’s very intimate. I’ve only
slept with people I loved, with the exceptions of your father. But everyone is
different.”
Newt had loved all the people he had laid with, unfortunately, in the end, they
had all left him. Newt was an oddity and he knew it, travelling the world and
not interested in settling when others wanted too. Not that the blame was never
his own, when pushed he had made choices of his own. Picking his work and
creatures over budding relationships and losing loved ones for that decision.
Newt had thought he might never marry and now with Percival, he was more
certain he wouldn't. His son was all he needed, he had chased away that
loneliness in Newt and left him content in a way he had never been before. Newt
would be happy to stay with his child and when Percival was ready to leave him
he would be fine with letters and visits. Newt loved his family but he knew the
love he had for Percival sat atop all others. A mother's love.  
“People you love,” Percival repeated, pondering on it with a thoughtful
expression.
“It means more, I find.” Newt added, not mentioning that the best sex he had
ever had was with Percival’s sire. But then, he was an incubus and it was clear
they had sexual prowess. Even Percival was seductive without trying, something
about him just alluring in that base way.
“There is no real wrong way to go about it, as long as both people are
willing.”
Percival nodded, his eyes keen in a way that spoke of months of research ahead.
Newt resolved to get his son books on sex from various perspectives. To
encourage him however Percival needed, he still might need sex to live one day,
after all.
 
Newt began to wake with morning erections.
Percival and Newt still slept together, pressed close with minimum clothing so
there was as much skin contact as Newt could give. Percival cherished the touch
and it was clear he slept better with it. So as he grew, Newt never suggested
they try separate beds, knowing Percival would be against it.
He charmed the bed a bit bigger as Percival grew and they slept together still,
curled up tightly every night.
So waking up erect was obviously an issue.
Percival was not a heavy sleeper either. If Newt shifted to get up, he would
wake.
Currently, Newt was laid out his back and Percival was on his side facing him,
head pillowed on Newt’s chest, his one horn gently resting on Newt’s throat.
Swallowing, Newt stared up at the roof and willed his body to obey his
commands.
Thankfully it went away before Percival woke.
But the next morning he woke the same way. Pressed stomach down onto the bed,
he could feel his cock hard and needy.
Percival was curled up against him, eyes closed but his tail was slithering up
Newt’s bare calf lazily, signalling he was awake.
“Is it late?” Newt yawned and Percival shook his head.
“Be a dear and start tea?” Of the two of them, Newt was the one to be slow to
get up so it wasn’t unusual for him to ask Percival to begin breakfast.
Smirking, Percival butted Newt’s shoulder playfully and then climbed over him
to get up and out of bed.
Once he left the small room, Newt reached down and pressed a hand to his cock,
willing it away.
 
It kept happening, near misses mixed with horrid shame.
Because Newt knew why he was getting erect. There was no doubt in his mind, no
denial available.
Percival was gorgeous.
Newt’s body didn’t seem to care that it was his son.
Percival just hummed with sexual energy and Newt was responding to it. He was
reacting to Percival draped over him every night, snuggled close wearing
nothing but his tight sleeping his pants that were cut high on his muscular
thighs. Bare skin warm against Newt’s own.
It was perverse and Newt cursed himself each morning. He began searching for
spells of impotence. Trying to find something to ease his lust and help him
stop this disgraceful reaction. Perhaps he simply needed to find someone to
sate it with. It had been a long time since he engaged in sex. Percival’s sire
had been a single night and it had been years before that. Newt never felt a
strong urge towards carnal relations though. This was recent and he wondered if
it was linked to the fact that Percival was half incubus and in his prime it
seemed. Either way, it needed to be controlled.
In desperation, Newt thought perhaps a wank was in order. He hadn’t since he
was a young boy but maybe it would help ease the urges.
So he sent Percival off one morning to try and collect the niffler for a
fabricated check-up, a chore that would take an hour at best. Newt did need to
make sure the little beast wasn’t carrying mites or any sort of parasites he
supposed. It got out so often, it would be the one to bring them back.
Once Percival was gone for a bit, Newt left his work desk and sat on the bed,
undoing his trousers. He unbuttoned his union suit and pulled his cock free. 
Closing his eyes, Newt tried to imagine past lovers, the things about them he
had liked. He stroked himself as he pictured their bodies and then the incubus
that had impregnated him. Newt tried to recall the feelings of that night, the
lust and desire driving him in a way it had never done before. He had been
noisy, moaning out and begging for more as the man loomed over him, smirking
down and enjoying it all.
Newt bit his lip and ran his free hand up his thigh, thinking of how it felt to
be opened up and taken. He rather liked being fucked, liked that his body could
give such pleasure to someone. Newt’s cock came around, filling out as he
recalled the details. The way the incubus had bitten at his neck as he fucked
into him.
His hand tightened a bit and he gave the tip a good squeeze, feeling it run
through his whole body, pleasure singing.
A hand on his knee made Newt jerked back, eyes flying open as he attempted to
cover himself.
Percival was there.
Kneeling in front of him, the niffler on the desk with a charmed bit of gold
that refused to go into its pouch and had it thoroughly distracted. Percival
was kneeling and sitting back on his legs, he had to have been there for a few
moments at least. He could move so soundlessly; it had been foolish to try this
Newt thought.  
“S-Sorry,” Newt breathed, face burning red but Percival was staring at his
cock, head tipped to the side curiously. Newt fumbled, trying to stuff himself
back into his trousers and Percival’s hand took his wrists to stop him. His
grip wasn’t harsh but he was so much stronger than Newt.
“What does it mean?” Percival whispered and Newt stared at him a moment. A
horrid feeling filled him as he realized Percival had no real base education on
sex. Nothing beyond the way that reproduction worked and a very rudimentary
idea of intercourse.
“It’s…I’m erect,” Newt muttered, feeling his face burn so badly as he pushed
through his embarrassment to give his son answers. “A human man will become
erect when he’s sexually stimulated.”
Percival made a note of understanding, shifting and Newt realized he was hard
as well, his cock pressing against his trousers. He wondered how long it had
been happening and why Percival hadn’t told him of it. He never kept things
from Newt.
“What were you doing?”
“M-Masturbating, it’s a form of sexual relief.”
Percival blinked, looking surprised and then intrigued.
“Will you show me?” He requested, utterly innocent and Newt ignored his own
shame. Percival should know these things, should have known them a while ago.
“Of course,” Newt replied, running a hand through his hair nervously.
“It’s…it’s very easy really. You just take hold and stimulate yourself. The
friction, you see,” Newt explained weakly. He managed to give his cock a few
strokes in demonstration.
Percival opened his own trousers, watching Newt’s hand closely and digging
himself out of his underclothing.
He was very large.
It made sense, incubus and all.
His cock was thick and long, hard already with the head dripping a touch.
Newt watched Percival try to replicate the motion, his hand sliding up and then
down.
“It doesn’t feel like anything,” Percival frowned, looking down and watching
his hand move as he tried again.
“The friction, should be…nice.” Newt bit his lip, unable to look away as his
son stroked his large cock, up and down, his hand curling around the fat thing.
Percival made an unhappy noise and shifted, his hand coming to clutch Newt’s
knee as he spread his own knees on the floor and tried again.
“Better?”
Percival shook his head, looking genuinely frustrated. Newt sighed out, leaning
in a bit and Percival’s brow touched his chin.
“Close your eyes and focus, think of something that excites you sexually, makes
you hard, a thought or idea.”
Percival obeyed, closing his eyes and pressing a touch closer, his warm breath
against Newt’s throat.
“What am I doing wrong, mum?” he muttered, voice discouraged.
“Hush, you have to learn with time, like everyone else,” Newt reassured him.
Without thinking on all the reasons why he shouldn’t, Newt reached out. Poised
on the edge of the low bed with Percival kneeling right before him, it was easy
to reach down and rest his hand over Percival’s own. Newt showed him how to
stroke, building an easy rhythm and Percival’s breath finally hitched in a
telling way.
He could feel the pleasure coursing through Percival. His empathy sharing this
new sensation. Percival had never masturbated clearly and was enraptured with
the new feeling.
“Better now?”
Percival nodded. He swallowed and shifted a bit closer to Newt. His long
fingers pulled away and slid back over Newt’s hand, pressing his own fingers to
the length of Percival’s cock, Percival’s hand covering Newt’s now.
Fighting terrible urges, Newt let him. He stroked his son’s cock, gripping it
more firmly and gliding with the ease of experience. He twisted his wrist at
the tip to run the head of Percival’s cock over his palm.
Percival moaned out in reaction, a low sound that rumbled through his chest. He
dipped forward, head resting on Newt’s shoulder as his free hand curled around
Newt’s hip and gripped onto his shirt like he had as a child. He clung to Newt,
shivering as his hips began to push into the motions of his mother’s hand.
It felt good, Newt’s mind trying to understand the pleasure washing over him
that wasn’t his own.
“That’s it,” Newt breathed, pressing his cheek to the side of Percival’s head,
over his ear, and holding him close as he stroked him a bit faster. “It’s all
about sensations, about the feel of your hand and the grip. Some people use oil
to make it move easier as well.”
Percival hummed in a way that said he wasn’t hearing a word of what Newt was
saying. It was so reminiscent of when Newt rubbed his back that he smiled a
bit, endeared.
“Mum,” Percival gasped out, hand clutching Newt’s waist tighter as Percival
rose up.
He went from sitting on his heels to up onto his knees. Newt had to spread his
thighs to accommodate as Percival kept hugging him close. He jerked when
Percival’s cock brushed against his own. His exposed prick somehow forgotten.
His grip loosened on his son’s erection and immediately Percival’s hand was
pressing him back, gripping at his fingers to keep him holding on. Newt could
feel the worried rush to keep him there and so he resumed his motions. 
“It’s good, feels so good,” Percival said, voice soft and hitched, a bit of
wonder to his tone.
“Sexual pleasure,” Newt explained quietly in return. He looked down, watching
his hand continue to work the long thick cock. Percival was very well endowed,
it showed more when his cock was close to Newt’s own. It seemed small and
delicate in comparison and he had always thought he was average.
“Like this?”
Percival’s hand reached out and took a loose hold of Newt’s cock. His fingers
curled around the length and began to mimic Newt’s motions.
It felt amazing, better than his own hand had ever felt before. How had
Percival not felt good under his own hand, when he gripped and moved over Newt
so perfectly. 
Newt nodded weakly, face burning as he dropped it to Percival’s shoulder and
hid away.
His hand kept moving through, picking up pace and Percival followed him moving
faster as well. Anything he did, his son tried to replicate.
Percival’s chest began to rise and drop faster, his breath catching as his hips
swayed. Newt could feel him beginning to twitch in his hand, his fingers
running over the vein along the underside and feeling it pulse. Percival was
close. 
“Mum,” Percival sounded a touch panicked and Newt pressed him closer, their
knuckles bumping as they both worked steadily.
“That’s it, sweetheart, it’s alright,” Newt soothed as Percival hissed out,
dropping his chin on Newt’s shoulder, his free hand still clutching at Newt’s
side tightly, holding on to steady himself. The pleasure was building up now,
rising to a climax and Percival was loving it but overwhelmed as well. Pushing
his emotions onto Newt as he whined out and thrust into his mother’s warm tight
hand.
“Don’t fight it, just enjoy it,” he coaxed and Percival shuddered.
With a loud gasp, he came finally. His own hand stopped on Newt’s cock but he
didn’t mind, stroking Percival steadily through his first orgasm, moving his
wrist and using everything he had to make it good.
Percival came in long spurts, white creamy semen splattering on Newt’s shirt
and running down his hand and forearm. Newt moaned out as well, the pleasure
going too high for him not to come as well. It echoed through him, Percival’s
climax roaring through them both and pushing them over together. His own cock
laid in his lap, spitting semen as Newt gasped out.
All too soon, Percival slumped forward and panting for breath and trembling in
the aftermath of his first sexual experience.
Newt curled his free arm around his son’s shoulders, noting absently that they
had gotten so broad. He hushed his child, rocking him a bit until Percival
caught his breath and his shaking slowed and stopped. Newt felt just as shaken
as Percival was projecting, this new pleasure going between them, wonder of how
good such a simple thing could feel.
“Could you be a dear,” Newt requested, pulling back slowly. “And fetch me a
warm wet cloth to clean this up?” Newt had gotten most of it, on his hand and
arm, along his thigh and up his shirt, long streaks of come clung to him. It
was a surprising amount.   
Percival nodded and went readily to get it. Newt could feel the echoing of his
contentment, his happiness of this shared experience. 
Newt waited until he was gone before he slumped back onto the bed. Running his
clean hand through his hair and then covering his face with his forearm, shame
burning through him.
It had been so amazing.
It was clear Percival would want to explore more and expected Newt to be his
teacher.
“This is a fine mess,” he whispered to himself softly.
End Notes
     Ah mummy Newt, always so perfect.
     So I'll add the second part once it's done. I've got a second part
     for the beast fic as well so I'll post that first chapter on it's own
     as well. The gender bend is from the same pov so I'll post that all
     in one go soon, it's done I just needed to do editing so maybe
     tomorrow? After that is the Regency, I've got the plot figured out so
     I'll start writing it soon. I've also got a short smut fic to post as
     well.
     Feel free to come talk to me on my Tumblr!
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