[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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[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."