This symphony buzzing in my head [for Newt, Feb 11]

[mitsubishievo]

[From after here]

Kavinsky was starting to have very fond memories tied up to his sexuality in this office, but he was pretty sure this was going to be the best one. With the noise of the music and the party thumping outside of the door, pulsing the windows and rattling up through his boots, he pushed Newt toward the desk, glad he hadn't laid anything out on it yet. He kissed him, deeply, hungrily.

"You're overdressed, sugar," he reported between swipes of his tongue into Newt's mouth. Then, without a second's thought, he definitely declared, "I'm going to fuck you until you can't see straight any more. God, I fucking love you."

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[thebloodyglue]

Pliable, high but not so high he doesn't know exactly what he's doing, Newt lets Kavinsky push him back, kissing him all the way. He groans, softly.

"Do it," he says, grinning. "Happy birthday - I'm yours."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky kissed him, hungry and deep and slow. He pushed him up against the desk, pulling open his waistcoat, untucking his shirt, trying to strip him in short order. He wanted his skin. He needed his skin, desperately. It was a physical, visceral sort of need, and it was wonderful.

"What are you going to let me get away with, since it's my birthday and all?" He grinned softly against Newt's mouth, running his teeth against Newt's lip. "I think you should definitely be naked first, for once. Let's start there."

[thebloodyglue]

"Anything you want," says Newt, shrugging out of his shirt and waistcoat, stripping easily under the other boy's ministrations. "One hundred percent free pass for your birthday."

His hands skim around Kavinsky's waist, dipping down to squeeze Kavinsky's ass.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky smiled, happy to strip Newt naked and hear those words roll off his tongue, because he had no intention of checking back in unless Newt told him to stop. He kissed at him, slow and deep, scratching down his ribs slowly as Newt reached around to grab his ass.

"Sit on the edge of the desk," he said, already starting to sink down onto his knees. He grinned, bright and brilliant.

[thebloodyglue]

Without hesitation, Newt hops up to sit on the edge of the desk, knees spread. Kavinsky takes chrGe so rarely that the note of command in his voice comes with a little thrill.

He bites his lip, looking down at Kavinsky.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky looked up at him as Newt sat down on the desk. He scraped his fingers, flat and heavy, down his thighs, down the back of his calves, across the tops of his feet. He grinned at him, rapturous and desirous.

"I'm going to get a tattoo," he declared, leaning in between his thighs. "Right on my ribs. A little newt." He nuzzled at the arch of Newt's hips, in, in, toward his cock.

[thebloodyglue]

Usually, it's Kavinsky in this position, Kavinsky naked while Newt's still full closed. Combined with the drugs, it makes him feel shivery, warm, a little like he's floating.

"Yeah?" he says, tousling his fingers in Kavinsky's dark hair. "I'd like that."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky purred at the touch to his hair. Even with him calling the shots, he still liked the feeling of gentle authority from Newt's touch. He kissed and licked his way up Newt's cock, slow and wet and firm, his hands tucked behind Newt's knees as he took the head in his mouth and slowly sucked him down. For now, he wanted to tease, wanted to draw Newt into it. He wanted to see how long he could draw this round out before he got Newt off and went on to the next.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt leans his weight back on his hands behind him on the desk as Kavinsky slides his mouth down over his cock. He groans, softly, his knees lolling wide apart to accommodate the width of Kavinsky's shoulders between them. He glances over his shoulder, at the door, at the sound of the party, a shiver of illicit excitement running down his spine.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky looked up at Newt, pulling off him for just a moment, just long enough to grin up at him and say, "You can be louder, this time. Unlike at the movie theater. But, man, that was sexy too. When you had to be quiet, so we wouldn't get caught."

He licked a stripe from Newt's balls to the tip of his cock, then swallowed him down again, bobbing his head. This time, he was a little bit faster, a little bit more needy with his speed. After all, he wanted Newt's cock just ass badly as Newt wanted him to suck it, and they both knew that.

[thebloodyglue]

He'd almost forgotten it, that date before Christmas, before everything went so comprehensively to shit. He'd almost forgotten how good it had felt to have Kavinsky focused on him like that. He sort of has two versions of them in his head: "before" and "after". After takes up so much room that before gets pressed out.

That seriousness, the weight of those thought, gets pushed out, though as he watches Kavinsky suck his cock, as he sinks into the warm shiver that goes all of the way through him. His weight still leaned back on his hands, he lifts his hips, pushing a little further past his boyfriend's lips.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky smiled for a moment, before his mouth was stretched too wide to have a smile. He bobbed his head a bit, meeting the hitch of Newt's hips with a casual, happy sort of humming, until he sank all the way down on him. He swallowed around him, slow and deep and emphatic, moaning enthusiastically. He would never be tired of this.

He shifted his hands, up and to Newt's hips to drag him a little bit closer to the edge of the desk. The music thumped in his knees and he moaned around him, filthy and desirous.

[thebloodyglue]

He never gets tired of watching Kavinsky do this. No matter how many times, he can never make himself look away. He lets Kavinsky move him how he wants, loose and pliable, his knees falling even further apart, his weight slipping down onto his elbows so he's sprawled, splayed, helpless under Kavinsky's ministrations. He tips his head back and moans, doesn't try to bite it back.

[mitsubishievo]

As Newt's noises picked up, as he leaned back, Kavinsky picked up the pace of his mouth a bit. He slurped and swallowed around him, purring a little, moaning excitedly. It was too easy to get carried away, too easy to just let himself get swallowed up in the whole act of it. He loved to make Newt feel like this, loved to pull him apart like this.

[thebloodyglue]

He forgets where they are, forgets the party, forgets everything but the slick slide of Kavinsky's mouth up and down his cock. He lifts one hand, combing his fingers through Kavinsky's hair.

"You want it?" he asks, his voice hoarse with desire.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky looked up at Newt like the question was stupid--it was a bit; when didn't he want it?--before he hummed around him, as much to confirm that he was desperate for the taste of Newt on his tongue and the back of his throat as he was trying to drive him over the edge with it. He scraped his nails at Newt's hips, firm and coaxing, desperation edging in. And he still had so much he wanted to do to Newt, before he'd even gotten off once.

[thebloodyglue]

It had almost, not quite, but almost been Newt searching for permission because that seems to be the dynamic here, even with him leaning back, even with Kavinsky's mouth sliding down over his cock. Newt tips his head back, rocking his hips, squirming, until he comes, hard, so hard that he loses the edges of his vision in white.

"Oh, fuck, Joe." It comes out as a whimper.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky swallowed down the taste of Newt's come, moaning and enthusiastic as any other time Newt had come in his mouth, perhaps more for the illicitness of doing this in the office that couldn't lock over his own party with people he knew down below still.

He pulled off as he felt Newt starting to go soft, kissing across his hips slowly. He grinned up at him in the half-dark.

"You want a moment, sugar? Or should I keep torturing you before I fuck you?"

[thebloodyglue]

Newt's chest is heaving, his hips still twitching even as Kavinsky pulls his mouth off him, as the breeze touches spit-slick skin. He whimpers, his head falling back, swallowing.

"Keep going," he says.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky scraped his nails across Newt's thighs, kissing at his inner legs and down to his knees slowly. Then, he leaned back entirely, getting to his feet and grinning as he stripped off his shirt.

"Roll over onto your stomach, sugar. I want you bent over the desk. I wanna see your ass."

[thebloodyglue]

He takes a moment, just the space between one breath and another, to just look at Kavinsky, at the stretch of his bare skin as he takes off his shirt. Newt grins and then he rolls over, leaning over the desk, his feet planted on the floor, belly pressed against scarred wood, arse in the air. He waits.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky smiled, admiring the image of Newt sprawled across the desk. He knelt back down again, gently knocking Newt's legs apart again as he ran his fingers across him, kissing and kneading his fingers across the back of his thighs and ass. He spread his ass, kissing his way in until he could press his tongue to Newt's hole, licking with a wet, needy moan.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt takes direction, shuffles his feet wider apart. He'd known that this was coming but, at the first touch of Kavinsky's tongue, he groans, pushing his hips back, squirming against his mouth.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky groaned as much as Newt did, deep and enthusiastic, fingers digging into Newt's thighs. He worked his mouth and tongue, flat and wet and needy against Newt, trying to drive more noise out of him. A lot of the softer sounds were swallowed up by the noise of the music beneath them, but he could practically feel the vibrations of how much he wanted everything that Kavinsky was doing to him.

[thebloodyglue]

Noises pour out of Newt steadily, moans and groans, his head falling forward between his shoulders as Kavinsky's mouth and tongue work against him. He rolls his hips back steadily, grinding against the press of Kavinsky's tongue.

"Shuck, you feel good."