When Newt comes, it was hard to hold back. It's always the hardest with him, like he can't help himself. But he wants to, the most, with Newt. So he waited until Newt told him he was good to go, and then he let go of the tenuous thread of control he had. He let out a low whimper, a keen of need as he came. It was a series of urgent pulses, and then his spine sagged like his support had been cut from his shoulders. He groaned then, sated.