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[AU | for Newt]

"I'm pretty sure this place is out to get me."

Kavinsky didn't mean it badly, not this time. It just seemed like these things happened to him slightly more often than they happened to Newt. Which was fine, he supposed. He found he minded but he didn't mind when he inevitably woke up and there were tits in place, no more cock, all the rest of it. Newt certainly always seemed to enjoy it when it happened, so why shouldn't he too?

He yawed and stretched. The sweatpants he'd gone to sleep in were too big, and because he hadn't slept in a shirt he felt curiously exposed. He considered the tattoos on his arms and then let them drop across his chest.

"Gimme a shirt."

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"Spoil sport," says Newt, leaning in to press a kiss against the bare slope of Kavinsky's tits before he leans out of the bed to grab his own discarded t-shirt, handing it over.

"You can take it off later, when I'm not cold." He was always cold like this, because he was smaller and even slighter than normal, and the heat just didn't sink in the same way. Anyway, he was pretty sure he was more sensitive too, and the slight chill of their bedroom had his nipples perked, the barbells through them a manic glint of metal on his chest.

He pulled Newt's shirt on and snuggled in toward him, closing his eyes.

"Think I can sleep it off?" He never could.

"You know you can't," he says. "This is the next ten days, baby. Better get used to it." He rolls in towards Kavinsky, curling his arms around him, pushing both hands up under his shirt to skim the warm, smooth skin of his back.

Kavinsky whined softly, just to make the protest known that he didn't want to be a girl for the next ten days. But there it was. And here was Newt, stroking along his back in a consoling but also slightly possessive way.

He gave his husband a little push. "Incorrigible."

"You shucking love it," he says, grazing his fingers down the smooth skin over Kavinsky's spine until his fingers just dip into the cleft of his ass. "And you know it."

A shiver worked through him. It was even easier than normal to get at him, because all the clothes were desperately oversized, hanging off his severe hips and slim chest in a seductive way. He squirmed a little bit as Newt felt at him, pressing a little closer, trying to ignore the immediacy of his arousal.

Newt just did that to him. Especially when he was like this.

"I'll take your mind off it for a while," says Newt, sliding his hand down inside Kavinsky's boxers, squeezing his ass. "And then we can dig out all of your girl clothes, see if we need to go and buy you anything new."

"You think I've changed since the last time I had to wear all that?"

Well, he had owned it all for a while, so he supposed it wouldn't hurt to freshen it up, even if he only wore it occasionally. The panties got a fair amount of use, but not much else.

"You just wanna dress me up and then fuck me some more." He said it adoringly.

"No, but I thought you might enjoy new things," says Newt, with a grin. "And I might earn less than you do, but i still like spending it on making you happy." He bends his head, kissing along the side of Kavinsky's neck. "And, yeah. Maybe I want to dress you up a little."

Kavinsky sighed and smiled, and turned his face down into the pillow so that Newt could kiss at his neck without limitation. He let out a soft little noise, curling his fingers into Newt's shirt, and then sliding his fingers down slowly.

He lingered at Newt's waistband, perfectly aware of his cock not but an inch or two below, but he didn't shift that last bit to touch him.

"You know this is always fun for both of us," says Newt, who quite enjoys the opportunity to exercise a level of control over Kavinsky that he doesn't often assert. He shifts his hand to palm one tit, squeezing as he kisses Kavinsky's neck. "Once you get used to it again."

It's teasing and suggestive and Kavinsky loved it when Newt got like that, basically saying that Kavinsky was going to like it just because that was how things were. He squirmed and sighed as Newt fondled him, edging closer. He slipped his hand over the shape of Newt's cock, rubbing him filthily.

Newt bites his lip, rocking his hips to push into Kavinsky's palm for a moment, but then he shifts, catching up both of Kavinsky's wrists and pressing them up over his head, pinching his nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

Kavinsky gasped and squirmed, but not with the intention of being released. It was a movement that pushed his chest into the attention, that scooted the borrowed shirt up his body and the over-large sweatpants down, so that he was naked from the cut of his hips to just under the swell of his breasts.

Newt smirks, keeping his grip on Kavinsky's wrists, sliding the other hand down inside his sweats, grazing against the hot wetness between his thighs. "Oh, come on," he says. "I know you can spread your legs wider than that."

"Shit," Kavinsky sighed, eyes fluttering closed. A flush worked over his cheeks quickly and he squirmed, his legs spreading enough that Newt could fit between them. He reached down and grabbed his wrist, guiding the touch, encouraging him to slip his fingers in.

"Don't tease, baby," he sighed.

There'll be a time for teasing later, Newt knows, so he shifts his hand between Kavinsky's legs, pressing his finger into him, immediately starting to fuck him with it. "Why don't we talk about what we're going to do later?"

"Oh, shit," Kavinsky whined. It was always like that, that quick and filthy immediacy of his arousal when he was like this and Newt treated him like it was what he was good for. His fingers twisted into the pillow, wrists shifting under Newt's palm.

"B-besides dress me up and you probably be--aaaaah--ending me over? Shit baby..."

"I'm thinking more about what happens after I shucking bend you over," he says, pressing another finger into Kavinsky's cunt.

Kavinsky grinned, loose and easy, his eyes half shut with pleasure. Newt's fingers were insistent and aggressive, and Kavinsky loved when he got like this. It was always a little more intense when he was like this.

"I imagine you're gonna try and breed me."

Newt huffs out a laugh against the side of Kavinsky's neck, still fucking him with his fingers.

"You'd be the shucking worst at being pregnant."

"Doesn't mean you can't try," Kavinsky pointed out, a whine of a noise, squirming, rocking his hips down on Newt's fingers. He never called it breeding when Newt held him down and fucked his ass the way he did some times, but god, that was what it was. This definitely slutty, very possessive thing, this primal sort of thing. And they both knew Kavinsky wasn't going to get knocked up like this, but Newt was always a little more keyed up when Kavinsky had more holes to fuck.

So call it what it was. He nudged his thigh between Newt's legs to rub against him. "Keep me ass up and fill me until I can't take another drop, and then fill me s'more."

"Maybe we don't need to buy you new clothes," says Newt, shifting so that he's between Kavinsky's thighs, fingers still shoved inside him, pressing down with his hips too. "Just keep you leashed to the shucking bed."

"Oh fuck," Kavinsky sighed, whined, fucking himself down on Newt's fingers. His eyes slid closed, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. He squirmed and licked his lips, plump and lovely. Fuckable.

"Use all my holes for ten days straight?" He smirked a little. "Just switch between 'em? You gotta let me up at some point, sugar. I can't just be your cum rag for a week and a half."

"Don't act like you wouldn't love it," says Newt, shifting his wrist so that he can push another finger into Kavinsky's cunt. "We both know you would."

Kavinsky whined and squirmed. He slipped his hand between them and cupped Newt's cock through his sweatpants, rubbed at him, squeezed. He weight of him, the warmth, just made him throb and ache all the more. He wanted to feel him already. In his mouth, his cunt, his ass. He wanted his husband to own him completely. And he knew it would happen, but he wanted it, desperately.

"Because it's you," he insisted. "You can do anything to me."

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[AU | for Newt]

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