[AU | for Newt]

[mitsubishievo]

"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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[mitsubishievo]

"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.

[thebloodyglue]

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?"

[mitsubishievo]

"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..."

[thebloodyglue]

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

[mitsubishievo]

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."

[thebloodyglue]

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."

[mitsubishievo]

"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."

[thebloodyglue]

"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."

[mitsubishievo]

"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."

[thebloodyglue]

"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."

[mitsubishievo]

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."