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Rather than telling Charlie to get out of the house for a few hours or overnight or anything like that, Kavinsky, instead, contrived that their younger ward could have the house to himself as long as he put it back together the way it ought to be by the time they got back on Monday. Kavinsky was settled into a long-weekend sort of idea. His birthday on a Friday, Valentines Day on Sunday? It was perfect.

And, after all, he still had the luxurious studio flat that he owned downtown. There was no sense in not putting it to good use every now and then.

"Like a honeymoon," he said with a grin, pulling Newt inside the door of the apartment that he'd once kept for a delineation between his marriage and his extramarital relationships and that he now kept just because it was a nice place to dream without concerns to anyone's safety. He had going-out-plans for the evening of his birthday and a nice lunch, at least, on Valentines, but other than that?

"Like that first weekend we got together. Ice cream, pizza and weed the whole time, if we want."

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"I remember other stuff that weekend too," says Newt, leaning his weight comfortably against Kavinsky and taking a kiss. "Hopefully we're going to do some of that too, birthday boy."

Kavinsky pressed a hand against his own chest in the moment before Newt leaned in to kiss him, laughing just a little bit.

"Other stuff, huh?" he mumbled against that kiss. Like he didn't remember what they'd gotten up to that weekend, or that time Newt got fed up with him ghosting on him, or that whole first year of shady shit. "Nah, I'm pretty sure it was just ice cream, pizza and weed... Maybe you need to remind me."

"Oh, you don't remember, huh?" says Newt, raising his eyebrows, pressing another, harder kiss to his husband's mouth. "Do i have time to remind you before the party or shall I wait until later?"

"Mmn, we definitely have time for...at least one round, I'd say. Depending on how thorough we want to be. And how high we want to get."

Because Kavinsky wanted to be high. It wasn't that he didn't want to think about the day or anything like that, but they hadn't gotten properly wasted together in a while. Having Charlie around had made them a bit more responsible, and Kavinsky had a lot further to go to "responsible" than Newt did.

But it was his birthday, and that meant he could do any sort of miscreant behavior he wanted, within reason. He scraped his teeth against Newt's mouth and gently pushed him against the nearest wall.

"I think," he said, "you just want to see if you can make me cry from fucking me good."

"It has been kind of a long time since I made you fry," teases Newt, sliding a hand between them to squeeze his husband's cock through his jeans. "So what kind of high are you in the mood for and what kind of fucking are you craving?"

Kavinsky sighed as Newt grabbed him like that, rolling his hips for more attention and leaning their foreheads together for a moment. He had all sorts of bits and bobs to get high with, to maintain something long term and absolutely marvelous.

"I've got plenty of pills and joints and poppers," he said with a bit of a lazy shrug. "Everything to keep it going through the whole weekend, if we want. But right now? Right now I think we want something a little easy for the fuck. Maybe just blindfold me and have your way with me."

"That does sound shucking good," says Newt, both hands on Kavinsky's hip, nudging him back against the wall before he steps back. "Get naked for me, shank."

Kavinsky purred a little bit, bumping his hips forward for the attention of Newt's hands on him, and then he pushed passed his husband a little bit. Sure, he'd loved to be fucked against the wall, but it wasn't exactly the best spot to get naked at.

It wasn't the artful, tasteful striptease that he might have done if he were at the club. Instead, it was the sort of urgency that had permeated their early relationship, that need to be naked. Kavinsky loved that he had never gotten over wanting to be naked for Newt.

Kavinsky all but falls out of his clothes, and Newt is quite content to stand back and watch him for a moment. He starts to unbutton his shirt, moving slower than his husband had before him. "On all fours on the bed, birthday boy," he says. "Let me look at you."

Kavinsky beamed and knelt on the bed, spreading his knees wide before he leaned forward onto his elbows. He crossed his arms under his head and looked over his shoulder at Newt, waiting for Newt to come over and watching him watch him across the apartment.

It's a beautiful sight and Newt takes a moment to really enjoy it as he walks towards him, stripping off his shirt and then starting on his belt buckle.

"Never get tired of seeing you like that."

"Me neither," Kavinsky said, grinning as he watched Newt start to strip and as he stood there admiring him. Kavinsky didn't care how he looked, but Newt looked remarkable as always.

It takes Newt a moment or two to strip all the way out of his clothes, and then he walks over to the bed, landing a hard, open-handed smack on Kavinsky's ass.

"Remind me what you want," he says. "Let me hear you say it again."

Kavinsky purred at the smack, leaning back into it when Newt's hand lingered for a moment afterwards. The heat, the reverberation, felt good and he rubbed his forehead against his arms for a second.

"Want you to take me apart," he said. "Blindfold me and tie my arms up so all I have to do is wait for what you want to give me. That's a good start, yeah?"

"Definitely a good start."

They keep a selection of toys at the studio, for playing with when they're in the mood, and it does't take long for him to rustle up a blindfold and a length of soft bondage rope. He slips the blindfold over Kavinsky's eyes, first, and then bends over, getting to work on his wrists.

The first moment of darkness was always the hardest. It wasn't that Kavinsky didn't like it, but he was impatient by nature and darkness inherently meant sleeping and dreaming, except like this. To give himself over to it was difficult, even if he wanted to.

He crossed his wrists together behind his back, spread his knees invitingly, but besides that he let himself be as pliant and responsive as possible, just so Newt knew that he was on board with the whole gamut.

Newt makes quick work of fastening Kavinsky's hands behind him; the Glade gave him plenty of practise on notes. One he's done with that, he lends a solid smack on Kavinsky's ass.

"You look so good like that, I'm not sure you should ever be any other sort of way, shank."

Kavinsky shivered and moaned softly, first from the way that Newt trussed him up so expertly, and then from the heavy, wonderful swat on his ass. He relaxed his shoulders into the bed and rubbed his cheek gently against the sheets as the sensation of being blind and bound worked over him slowly.

"Might make it a little hard to work," he pointed out, a little cheeky. "But I guess I could make a living on my knees like this too."

"You definitely could," says Newt, grinning again and then slapping Kavinsky's ass, enjoying the reaction the first time around. "Wiggle that ass for me a little, baby. Show me what you've got that's worth having."

Kavinsky sighed and purred a little bit, wiggling back and forth, rolling his hips, generally doing his most to show himself off as much as he could, to find the most appealing angle that he could and set himself up for more wiggling and more swats.

He was happy to rest his head on his arms and keep moving like that until Newt did something about it, either swatting him or telling him to stop or doing something else entirely.

Newt's content to watch for a few minutes but then he picks up his belt and doubles it over in his hands.

"Think it could do with some collar, don't you?"

"Definitely," Kavinsky said, that purr of need that just came from Newt's attention pointed in his general direction. It was always lovely to have that attention, especially when they were making the dynamics this clearly defined. When he was putting himself entirely at ewt's mercy, even before either of them were disgustingly and wonderfully high.

"Wonder if I have a choke chain or something somewhere in everything..."

"If you don't, I'm sure we could improvise," says Newt, but he turns away, going to the draw and rooting through it before he comes up with a leash in hand. "Get up on your knees, shank."

Kavinsky lingered, leaned over, for a moment longer. Not to be dismissive or disobeying, but because he needed a second to ground himself in the pleasure of everything.

Then he sat up, sitting back on his heels with his thighs spread wide. He half turned on the bed and glanced at Newt rummaging through the drawer.

"Are you going to get naked too?"

"When I'm good and ready," says Newt, smirking. He comes back over to the bed and fastens the colllar around Kavinsky's neck, tight enough that he'll be able to feel it when he swallows. After a moment, he slips a blindfold over his eyes.

Kavinsky knelt there as Newt strapped the collar tight around the column of his throat and dragged the blindfold over his eyes. He spread his knees and placed his hands on top of them, smiling rapturously.

"Can I have a pill now, lover?" he asked with that smile. There were plenty around, whatever Newt felt like giving him.

"I think I can arrange that for you, shank," says Newt. He goes to Kavinsky's pants and rummages in his pockets until he comes up with his Altoid's tin, picking through it and selecting a pretty lilac pill that they've taken before. He goes over to the bed, landing a hard slap on Kavinsky's bare ass.

"Open up. Stick out your tongue."

Kavinsky gasped and laughed at the swat, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue with a deliberate and slightly lewd ah. He waited for the weight of fingers and pill on his tongue and then he sealed his lips around both, sucking Newt's fingers into his mouth to lavish them in attention while he swallowed the pill.

Newt makes a soft sound at the hot wetness of Kavinsky's mouth around his fingers.

"It's one of the light purple ones," he says, popping his own pill into his mouth and swallowing it before he takes his hands away, pushing jeans and underwear down and stepping out of them.

Kavinsky hummed, nodding in approval. A slower burn, but longer lasting, good for feeling good over a longer period of time, which was just what he wanted right now, and in general tonight.

He sat patiently, as patiently as he could, and waited. He could hear the rustle of Newt's clothes, which had him squirming a little bit in anticipation of the next moves, leaning forward a little bit to expose his ass even as he stayed on his knees with his ass on his heels.

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