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Groceries were bought, not just for the night but for the upcoming week as well. The Kavinskys, now a legal pair, returned to their home in the suburbs of Darrow, music pumping in the bone white Mitsubishi--still with its expired Virginia plates that read THIEF, still with its splashed black knife decals, still with the angry dent and scratch from Ronan Lynch mangling the drivers' side with an orange Camero--and both of them ridiculous and in love.

The house was quieter now. There were their three rambunctious kittens, but Kavinsky had seen most of the others to homes, and the remainder to the shelter. When they walked in, the kittens looked up from a sun-lit spot on the couch, and then all put their heads back down.

Kavinsky smiled at Newt as they put groceries away. Nothing felt shifted or different, but in the best way that that was possible. He loved Newt, in that moment, with his whole, entire being. It was every moment he'd had with Newt for months, even when he was terrified of that feeling, even when he realized he might have feelings for other people too. This was a young man he loved so much that he could tie himself to, in a way that other people could see.

Kavinsky shucked off his coat, leaving him in his shirt and dark jeans. He unbuttoned the top couple buttons of his shirt, leaned over, and kissed Newt deeply. "Probably good we went for a Friday. Nobody'll miss us through the weekend."

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Newt shrugged out of his own coat, leaving himself in his white shirt, his waistcoat and jeans. He ruffled one hand back through his fair hair and then bent to pick up one of the girl kittens, cradling him against his chest.

"You sound like a shank with a plan."

"Who, me?" Kavinsky said with a smile, looking at the way Newt plucked up one of the sleepy kittens and cradled her. The other two stretched and wobbled out of their sleepy pile. "Only plan I've got is to make dinner at some point."

It was hardly just that, but the whole day felt organic, pliable. They could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and didn't have to worry about time or the world outside this little house.

"Totally meant it about making you into a house boy for the weekend," teases Newt, sprawling out on the sofa and dropping the kitten on his belly. "Use and abuse you. Assert myself as your actual shucking husband." He huffs a laugh. "I still can't get used to the sound of that."

"Do I look like I'm arguing with that," Kavinsky said with a soft, sweet smile. He kept standing, looking at Newt all neat and tidy and draped as he was. The word rattled around his head, a pin ball of glee and newness; husband. Who would have thought.

"We've got plenty of time to get used to it."

"I'd be shocked if you did," says Newt, scratching the kitten between her ears. "How filthy are you feeling?"

The casualness of the question--Newt draped and happy and soft, loving on that kitten curled up on him, still dressed so neatly--thrilled heat through Kavinsky. He came over to the couch and curled up next to him. "I mean, my husband did just say he was going to assert himself. And I'm pretty fuckin' into that idea."

"More things change," says Newt, smirking a little, as he turns his head to catch Kavinsky's cheek in a kiss. "I maybe bought you a new collar. Maybe."

A shiver ran down Kavinsky's spine. He nuzzled in against the kiss a little, caught one of his own against the corner of Newt's mouth and smiled. "Yeah? Did you? Are we retiring the old one, or just adding this to the rotation?"

Without really looking, Newt lifts the kitten off his lap and drops her on her feet on the floor next to the sofa before he turns his head and catches Kavinsky's mouth in a truer kiss.

"It's up to you," he says. "I know you like the other one, but this one's slimmer. Comes with a leash."

Kavinsky sighed out against the kiss, smiling, tucking in close against Newt's side. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder and nuzzle gently. A shiver sank through him again as Newt led on with this new collar. "Leash, huh? Anything else?"

He feels the shiver, pressed against his side as Kavinsky is, right then. "What? You mean you wouldn't dream me anything else I shucking desired?"

"Of course I would," Kavinsky said, catching Newt's hand and turning the ring on his finger. Just the sight of it thrills in him, and he can barely stand the warmth that goes through his whole body. "I was just askin' if there was anything else you'd gotten, to go with a collar and leash."

"I think we own practically everything else," teases Newt, smiling as he watches Kavinsky play with his wedding ring like that.

"Oh, practically," Kavinsky agreed, and laughed, a bright smile making his eyes crinkle. He nuzzled at Newt's cheek for a moment, then trailed kisses back to his ear. "Is that how you want me today, sugar? Collar and leash?"

Newt tips his head back, giving Kavinsky all of the room that he needs at his neck. He huffs is a laugh. "Is it shucking ridiculous of me to kind of want to feel like I own you? Like...I don't mind sharing you, I really bloody don't, but...just for today."

"No," Kavinsky assured. He pushed a hand into Newt's hair as he tilted his head back, held onto him gently as he kissed down from his ear toward his collar. "I like being yours, sugar. I like everything about this."

"Sometimes, I just want you to be mine," says Newt, sighing softly. "I think that makes me really shucking selfish, but I don't even care."

"Don't think it does," Kavinsky said. He shifted, making doubly sure there were no kittens trying to get into either of their laps or too close to his knees, and then swung himself into Newt's lap. "I'm always yours, sugar. Even when I'm not at home, I'm always yours."

Sometimes, Kavinsky wondered if Newt would be better if he had someone else, too. But even with Al here, Newt had been more cautious of Kavinsky being interested in other people. It didn't matter; it was true. Newt was always at the forefront of his thoughts.

Newt's hands slide along Kavinsky's thighs, around to cup his ass and tug him in closer. He leans up and presses a kiss to the point of Kavinsky's chin.

"Don't see you marrying any other shanks."

Kavinsky smiled, rocking his hips back into the grip of Newt's hands, tilting his head back just a touch but not away from Newt's soft mouth. Now, both hands sank into Newt's hair. "Don't have any intention to either. Just you and me, baby."

"Damn shucking right," says Newt, kissing down the hollow of Kavinsky's throat. "And you're going to spend all weekend showing me that, right, shank?"

There went that shiver again, a thrill of heat and light and want for the promise in Newt's voice. Kavinsky nodded, cupped the back of his head gently. "Yeah I am," he murmured, breathless and more than happy to oblige. "Gonna be all for you."

"Do you want to start in here?" asks Newt, scraping his nails lightly against Kavinsky's jaw. "Or my study? Kitchen? Bedroom?" The room, he thinks, dictates the kind of scene that Kavinsky's craving.

Kavinsky thought for a moment. He wanted all of those things, but they did have to pick somewhere to start. There were benefits to each. They'd fucked on the couch quite a few times; it lent itself to a more intimate laziness. They'd fucked all over the house, across every surface they could think of.

His mind flashed to the last time they'd fucked in the kitchen, him wearing panties and garter and Newt taking him roughly over the edge of the table. He licked his lips.

"Study," he finally settled on. "If I'm gonna be on a leash, I might as well be under the desk?"

Newt nods, leaning forward to take Kavinsky's mouth in a rougher, hungrier kiss. He cradles the back of his neck, squeezing lightly.

"Go get changed," says Newt. "Just underwear and get on your knees in there."