Boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that [for Newt]

[mitsubishievo]

It was a little more than two years to date that Kavinsky woke up on an innocuous, blue-sky morning and found that his hair was fanned out a little differently on the pillow, and the oversized sweater--one of Al's, lost of the lemongrass soap smell by months, by ages now--fitting very differently against his skin. He laid there a moment. It was a very different experience than waking up any other way, he thought. He hated it, a little bit. He hated that this place could do this to him.

At least there were still things in the closet, from when this happened two years ago.

Kavinsky laid there in the quiet, early morning and turned around under the blankets like that might make it all different. He tossed and turned, and squinted his eyes opened petulantly.

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[thebloodyglue]

Newt rolls over and slips his arm around Kavinsky's waist and immediately feels the difference, in his bones, in the shape and size of him. He lifts his head, blinking down blearily.

"Again?"

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky huffed miserably, but it was a quiet thing, singular. He leaned into Newt and the way that he held him, all tangled up in blankets and his now even more oversized clothes. He pouted up at his husband.

"Does that mean it's gonna happen to you again soon? This sucks. I didn't ask for this shit."

[thebloodyglue]

"I don't know. We had some fun last time," says Newt, ducking his head to press a kiss against the corner of Kavinsky's mouth. "And you were much shucking better at it than I was, last time."

[mitsubishievo]

"There were also horny chocolates last time," Kavinsky pointed out, pouting harder, eyebrows furrowed like it would make any sort of a difference. Last time, two years ago, he'd been clumsy and terrified, and things had been scary when he'd stumbled home the morning after his birthday like this, hopeful that Newt wouldn't look at him differently.

"And you were perfectly good at it, I'm just not as good on the other end of things as you are."

[thebloodyglue]

"From what I remember, you definitely got the hang of it." He huffs a laugh, settling down with his head on the pillow again, his arm still wrapped around Kavinsky's waist, keeping him close. "What? You need horny chocolate now? I think I'm hurt."

[mitsubishievo]

Newt settled, and Kavinsky rolled over again, and put his face in his pillow. He kicked his legs petulantly for a moment and then just laid there with his face in the pillow, content to be held. It felt nice. And it was pretty good to be shorter than Newt, even if that felt silly to think.

"I did not say that," he protested into the pillow. "But it did make it easier last time."

[thebloodyglue]

"You definitely implied it," says Newt, rolling onto his side and stroking his hand down the curve of Kavinsky's spine under the sweater. "And it'll be okay this time, too. You don't even have to leave the house if you don't want to."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky pouted again, turning his head to look at Newt. It was more playful this time. He'd looked into the mirror, a time or two, when this had happened last time and he'd seen what his face looked like when he did those big eyes and pouting lips and furrowed eyebrows.

"You just want me ass up in bed for a week."

[thebloodyglue]

"Honestly, I wouldn't say no," says Newt, grinning, his hand slipping lower under the sheet. "But you're a better cook than me, so you're going to have to get up sometimes."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky squirmed a little, a lazy warmth working its way through his belly. He blushed a little. It felt a little silly to be all easily flustered and showing it when he was so used to all sorts of things. But he supposed he wasn't used to it like this.

Newt touched at him, not quite pawing, and Kavinsky shuffled closer to him. "All t-shirts instead of sweatpants for a week. Just as easy access."

[thebloodyglue]

Newt's fingers brushed the bare top of Kavinsky's thigh under the sweater, just teasing against the back of his thigh.

"Sounds good to me," he says. "If you can't be naked all the time."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky managed a laugh at that. He pressed his face into the pillow and lifted his hips, just a little bit. His little boxer shorts were practically panties, really, and they barely hid his butt or his very slightly wider hips or the different way he was shaped between his thighs.

Newt's hand was in the way to pull them off. That was okay for the moment. He smiles at him gently. "Pervert."

[thebloodyglue]

Newt's hand slides all the way up Kavinsky's smooth thighs, ghosting against the material stretched tight over his ass.

"Would you rather I didn't know what I was doing?"

[mitsubishievo]

"I'm perfectly happy to have you practice what you've been watching in porn," Kavinsky said with a soft, breathy sigh. His thighs slid apart. He turned his face toward Newt again and leaned toward him, getting close.

[thebloodyglue]

"I watch a lot of porn, love," says Newt, grinning, leaning in to take a kiss, his fingers hooking over the elastic of Kavinsky's boxers in the small of his back.

[mitsubishievo]

"I know you do," Kavinsky said with a soft, breathless laugh. He'd watch it with him sometime, though it didn't do anything for him, but he liked being around with Newt when he was in that kind of a mood. He liked hearing about what he liked about it.

He lifted his hips more and sighed against the kiss.

[thebloodyglue]

Slowly, carefully, Newt peels Kavinsky's underwear down, moving the sheet so that he can appreciate the view fully. "Man, I had forgotten how great your ass is when you're like this."

[mitsubishievo]

"My ass looks even better than normal like this, it's true," Kavinsky admitted. He smoothed his hands down to his ass and cupped underneath it. Maybe he spread his ass just a little bit, showing off that little dark hint of his cunt.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt makes a soft sound, almost a growl when Kainsky handles himself like that. His fingers brush between Kavinsky's legs, a light and teasing touch. "Always feels weird to treat you like I know you want when you look like this."

[mitsubishievo]

"Dunno why," Kavinsky said softly. His breath came short, that glean of a touch. He squirmed a little bit and spread his thighs apart to give better access. "Same bossy little slut I always am. Just with a fatter ass than normal."

[thebloodyglue]

"You're smaller," says Newt, enjoying the way that Kavinsky spreads his legs, slipping his hand back between his legs so that he could stroke him slowly as they talk. "I don't want to hurt you."

[mitsubishievo]

"I like when you hurt me," he sighed. He could already feel the heat, the wet, between his legs as Newt touched him. "I like when you're gentle, too. But it's good when you're rough. When you treat me the same no matter what I look like."

[thebloodyglue]

"Easier to make you squirm like this, too," says Newt, grinning. "Easier to get you to the edge and keep you there."

[mitsubishievo]

"You're impossible," he sighed. He gave Newt a nudge and then rolled onto his side, pressing his ass back toward Newt. "But that's not new. You always love teasing me. You like watching me squirm and wiggle."

[thebloodyglue]

"You shucking love me," says Newt, and he applies pressure to Kavinsky's shoulder, pushing him so that he's face down on the bed again, slapping his ass for good measure. "You're right. I do. I love it when you're desperate. You're shucking beautiful."