mitsubishievo | [6/20 - for Newt] Happy Birthday

This was the second birthday they had to celebrate together since they'd been in Darrow. Kavinsky was excited for it, as he'd been last year. But this year, things were shifted: they were married, and it was just the two of them. Kavinsky didn't think this year was one for a big party, like their little garden party last year for Newt's eighteenth birthday. But it was a birthday nonetheless, and Kavinsky did have an idea of what he wanted to do.

The morning had gone as any other morning. They woke, Kavinsky made tea and breakfast, and went about their days because it was a weekday. But, as the day went on, Kavinsky's thoughts on what to do to celebrate Newt's birthday just kept percolating.

He got home before Newt. He showered, and dressed, and it was an affectual thing: dark jeans torn at the knees, a clinging t-shirt, hair styled into an artful tussle and a snap-back settled neatly on top. He sent a text to Newt, telling him that when he got home he ought to dress nice for going to a club, and then gave him the address.

Kavinsky hadn't been to Obsidian since Jack's birthday. He didn't think about that right now. When he arrived, he texted Newt again, telling him he'd be waiting inside.

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Newt knows the name of the club because Kavinsky's mentioned it. He's not sure what to expect. He's wearing shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, nice jeans, boots. His hair is pushed back from his face. He steps inside and it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light but, when he sees his husband, he makes a beeline for him.

Kavinsky noticed Newt almost as soon as he stepped in, but he didn't move closer. There was a plan to this, at least in his head, and part of that was having Newt come to him.
But as soon as he was there, Kavinsky smiled. He curled an arm around him and kissed him, then handed him a drink. "Happy birthday, sugar. You look good tonight."

Newt smiles, takes a sip of his drink, non-alcoholic and fruity. He leans in and takes another kiss. "That was quite the cryptic shucking message you sent..."

"I know," Kavinsky said with a vague smile. He sipped his own drink--coke, spiked with enough rum that it was basically rum at this point--and kept close to Newt for the moment. For a weekday night, it was busy, full of people milling about, talking, watching some people that had already started to play.

He took off his hat, and popped it onto Newt's head.

"I was thinking," he said, his hand sliding down to cup Newt's ass possessively, "of how we could celebrate you turning nineteen."

Newt reaches up with his free hand to adjust the snapback, pushing it down over his hair a little and rolling his eyes. He leans back into the possessive touch on his arse.

"Oh, really?" Given where they are, he can imagine.

"Mmhm," Kavinsky hummed. He sipped his drink, watching Newt rather than the crowd around them for right now. He wanted to make sure that Newt was comfortable, relaxed, and alright with all this.

"I was thinking," he said, and leaned his mouth down to Newt's ear, "about how good you look with my cock in your ass."

He feels the moment that he starts to blush at Kavinsky saying something like that to him in public which he assumes is the desired effect. He swallows.

"I feel good with your cock in my ass," he murmurs.

"And I was thinking," Kavinsky said, his hand giving a possessive squeeze to Newt's ass, slipping into his back pocket. "I was thinking how I should share how good you look with my cock in your ass."

Newt weighs up how he feels about that, finds himself nodding.

"We could do that."

"Yeah?"

Kavinsky didn't move just yet. He tracked his eyes slowly over Newt, then leaned in and kissed him, as possessive as his hand on Newt's ass was. He was his; as much as he wanted people to look, it was about showing that possessiveness.

"Thought about making you wear a plug all day," he admitted. "So I could just slip right in."

"Making," says Newt, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leans in against Kavinsky's chest, enjoying the possessive touch. "But you didn't..."

"Didn't," Kavinsky agreed. Newt smelled good, close and warm, boyish and wonderful. He pressed a kiss against his jaw. "But I could. Let you sweat it out a little bit before we get going. Thought about leaving you one to put in before you came, but you know..."

He kissed Newt's lips. "I like the idea of putting it in you more."

Newt does his best innocent look, his eyes widening slightly, biting his lip. He takes a sip of his drink.

"In front of all these people?" he teases.

Kavinsky was hardly fooled by that sweet look. Newt wasn't nearly as much of an exhibitionist as he was, but he got off as much on Kavinsky being pushy about something as he did being pushy with Kavinsky. He laced his fingers into the hair at his nape, and tightened slowly.

"Nah," he said with a thoughtful look. "I think I'll put it in in the bathroom, and then it'll be our secret until I'm ready to fuck you in front of all these people."

The pull in his hair, especially now it's longer, makes Newt's eyelashes flutter.

"I like that," he says. "Kind of a shucking lot."

Kavinsky smiled and leaned in, giving Newt a soft kiss before he took his hand away from his hair and gently turned him around. He held Newt for a moment, nose tucked behind his ear.

"Finish your drink," he said softly. His hands slid down to Newt's hips, holding very near Newt's crotch and keeping him flush against him.

He takes his time, watching whats going on in the club around them, intensely aware of the placement of Kavinsky's hand. Eventually, he sets down his empty glass and leans in to press a kiss against Kavinsky's jaw.

Kavinsky hummed softly when Newt finally set his glass aside and kissed him like that. He squeezed Newt's hips and smiled, slow and lazy.

"You ready to start, sugar?" His thumbs hooked into Newt's belt loops. "Or you wanna keep watching people for a little more?"

[6/20 - for Newt] Happy Birthday

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