mitsubishievo | but my oh my, tragic eyes [Sep 16]

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but my oh my, tragic eyes [Sep 16]

They've been figuring out the edges of things while Newt was like this. Kavinsky relished that he was capable to figure out these edges; if this had been back in February or March, he didn't think he'd be able to. But here was this boy, and here was he, abounding with love, and they were constantly tangled around each other as they ever were, just slightly different shaped.

That afternoon had started out in the garden, and moved inside when the weather started to turn toward rain. And then Newt had been stripping down for a bath. And then Kavinsky had been pulling him away from that to kiss on the bed, slowly and filthily.

They were still tangled up together, sprawled across the bed, Newt stripped and Kavinsky painfully hard in his jeans as he rubbed at Newt's cunt.

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"Shucking hell, love, just fuck me," murmurs Newt, squirming upwards, enjoying the rough rub of Kavinsky's jeans against sensitive skin. "Any hole you like." He grins. "All yours."

"I will," Kavinsky promised, cheeks flush and hair falling across his forehead a bit. He wrapped a hand around one of Newt's thighs and hauled him close, teasing at him more. "Maybe I want you to get off like this first. You make the best fucking faces, sugar."

"I don't want to wait," pouts Newt, palming his tits with both hands, squeezing them together as he looks up at Kavinsky, rubbing his nipples between his fingers.

Kavinsky's cock twitched, watching Newt play with his tits like that. He shivered and let his mouth hang open just a bit. He was not going to miss this, on the whole, but he would miss the sight of Newt playing with himself like that.

With one hand, he opened his jeans. The other braced on the bed beside Newt's ribs. "Should get more pictures of you like this. So I can tease you with what a slut you were when you switch back."

Newt grins up at him, arching his back, tits overspilling his hands.

"Do you want to take some pictures before you slide it into me?"

"I wanna take some pictures as I slide it into you, sugar," Kavinsky said with a laugh. He rubbed his bare cock against the softness of Newt's stomach, and then against his wet cunt. "Get a good shot of it all, from your cunt to the face you make when you take it like a good slut."

Moaning loudly, Newt squirms up against the press of Kavinsky's cock against his skin. He swallows, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over his nipples.

"And then you can flip me over and fuck me into the mattress."

"That how you want it, sugar?" Kavinsky looked around for one of their phones, grabbing the first one he could find and getting the camera pulled up. He snapped a picture, filthy and thoroughly obscene, just of his cock rubbing lewdly against Newt's pretty pink cunt. Then he pulled the phone back a bit so he could get a shot that was as he'd said: cunt to head.

"Tug on 'em, sugar. It's so pretty when you tug on your tits like that."

Biting his lip over a smirk, Newt does as instructing, tugging at his nipples until his breath huffs out, feeling the swaying weight of his tits.

"Like that?"

"God," Kavinsky breathed, snapping a picture as he did that, ignoring the twitch of his cock for a moment. Then, he reached down and guided the rub of his cock, teasing against Newt's clit, and then against his wet cunt. "You want it, sugar?"

"I want it," breathes Newt, immediately arching his back again, squeezing his tits. "I want it hard and filthy, love. I want all of it."

"Keep squeezing your tits," Kavinsky breathed. He teased a moment longer, just assuring himself that he could do this, that he was going to be rock hard through all of this. The twitch of his cock, the throb of pulse, certainly seemed to think so.

He changed the camera setting on the phone from photo to video, and started recording as he teased just the tip into Newt. "That what you want, sugar? You want me to slam all the way in? Fuck, you're so fucking wet."

Obedient in the moment, Newt keeps squeezing his tits, lifting his hips as Kavinsky teases, barely into him at all.

"I want it so, so badly," he says, turning his face to look up at the camera on Kavinsky's phone. "Everything I shucking deserve."

Kavinsky sighed and balanced the phone against Newt's knee so he had a good view of his chest and face, wanting to capture his expression. He gripped him tight and slammed into him, one smooth, deep push until he was bottomed out inside him.

The thrust is hard enough that it bounces his tits in his hands and Newt groans, biting his lip and nodding.

"That's it, love," he says. "That's perfect."

Kavinsky lingered, deep in him, for a moment. He ground his hips in close, trying to find the best angle. And, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled back almost to the tip and started again. He shifted the phone so that he could record the look of his cock disappearing in and out of Newt's cunt.

"You want me to keep this, sugar? Give you somethin' to watch once you've turned back, so you can see how it looked for me to be this fuckin' desperate for you?"

"You can watch it with me," says Newt, huffing a laugh as he palms his tits, squeezing hard, twisting his nipples. "Relive your whole shucking sexual awakening."

"Rude," Kavinsky said with a laugh. He rolled his hips in deep, grinding into Newt as he watched him play with his tits like that. There was definitely something to be said for all this, but Kavinsky was just as excited for the day Newt woke up normally and they got to celebrate that.

He focused the camera on Newt's face as his hips hitched up in pace. "Smile, baby doll. You're on candid camera."

Blushing now furiously, Newt turns his head to smile at the camera, his eyelashes fluttering as he's fucked.

"God," Kavinsky breathed. The flush, the peak of his nipples between his fingers, the slick, wet heat of his cunt--everything was overwhelming and perfect, and made Kavinsky want to go rougher with him, just so that he'd know how much he was enjoying himself. That was, maybe, counter-intuitive. Shouldn't he be showering this boy with love and adulation? He was, though, in his own way.

"Just me, love," says Newt, laughing a little. "C'mon, baby." He slaps the flat of Kavinsky's thigh with one hand, then his arse. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Kavinsky laughed softly as well. He hiked Newt's hips up, just a touch, and drove into him, rough, like he meant it. He lifted Newt's legs up to his shoulders, tilted his head and kissed one knee, and did it again, and again, and again. They were all slow thrusts, especially as he drew out, but each one was fierce and deep.

"That how you want it, baby doll? My pretty little slut. Fuck, Newt, it feels good."

"That's exactly how I want it," he says, moaning at the way his cunt throbs when Kavinsky talks to him like that. He covers his face with both hands for a moment.

"God, I just want to come. Make me come, love."

The meekness of the gesture, like Newt was embarrassed to be receiving just want he'd asked for, made Kavinsky laugh, bright and charmed and smitten. He glanced at the phone, at the image of Newt on the screen. Whole minutes had elapsed since he'd started recording. His hips stuttered, and eventually, he went as deep as he could, keeping up only a grinding movement.

He angled the phone down to look at where he disappeared into Newt's body. With his free hand, he rubbed his thumb against his. "Like this, sugar? This what you need? My cock, my fingers--you gonna make a mess all over me?"

Newt's got his mouth open to answer, so overwhelmed by the sensation of Kavinsky's cock, his hands and that's when it pops into his head.

It's a name. Just a name.
But then everything else follows.

His breath catches in his throat. He freezes.

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