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[thebloodyglue]

While they're walking, he texts Kavinsky to check in. He asks if he's okay to take Even to the apartment. He asks if he's alright to go as far as he wants to. Kavinsky's response settles a warmth into Newt's chest. Odd, in this situation, to feel so secure, so bloody loved.

I love you, he texts back. Back before morning.

He lets them into the studio and then turns to look at Even, head tilted to one side.

"So," he says, grinning. "You still think I'm bloody trouble?"

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[minute_by_minute]

The studio is nice. It's in a nice building, near the park, and it has a good vibe. Not quite what Even expected from Newt, so he wonders if it's a liminal space for him and his husband, but he doesn't ask.

He has permission, sitting on his phone, to let the night go as it will. He wonders if Isak will ask about things later.

For now, Even smiles at Newt and wraps his arms around him, drawing him in close. "Definitely still trouble," he assures.

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"Mmmm," says Newt, getting used to arms that feel nothing like Kavinsky's or Al's wrapped around him, trying to get back to the Glade, where he took comfort in anyone's arms he found himself in. "And what kind of trouble are you looking for, shank?"

[minute_by_minute]

Even hums a little bit, letting his mind wander. He can think of a lot of things that sound good. For right now, though? "I really liked kissing you. Wouldn't mind doing that a bit more. A lot more."

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"Kissing," says Newt, tilting his head, smirking a little. "Yeah, I think I can definitely manage kissing." He leans in, nudging Even into a kiss, fingers pushing into his hair.

[minute_by_minute]

Even sinks into it, quickly, easily. He loves kissing, really. And Newt is pushy enough without being demanding, like he's obviously got a lot of practice.

Even's aware, vaguely, of where the furniture is in the studio based on his glance around. He angles them toward the bed.

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Newt huffs a laugh against Even's lips, tugging his hair lightly, changing the angle of his head slightly, pushing the kiss deeper.

[minute_by_minute]

The tug is a pleasant force. Even sighs against Newt's mouth, bullying him a little more urgently toward the bed as the kiss deepens. He gets them right up against the bed, then eases back from the kiss a little.

"I want," he breathes, struggling for the English for a moment. Instinctively, his hand shifts, cupping the front of Newt's jeans. "Køllesuger."

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Newt moans softly, canting his hips, pushing into Even's hand a little. He lifts one hand, tapping Even's cheek gently.

"English, shank. C'mon."

[minute_by_minute]

The tap startles a soft, teased laugh out of Even. He rubs at Newt a little harder, just a touch embarrassed. He's never had to say the words in English, isn't entirely sure he's ever had to say them at all, now that he thinks about it.

He smudges his lips against Newt's. "I want to go down on you."

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The words send a little shiver through Newt. It reminds him of Kavinsky struggling for his English sometimes, in the middle of things.

"Do it."

[minute_by_minute]

Even smiles at Newt, kisses him against, and then sits on the edge of the bed. It gets him low enough that he can open up Newt's pants, peel down his jeans and underwear just below his cock. From there, it's easy to lean forward and lick at him obscenely.

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Newt alters his stance so that he's steady on his feet and then he pushes his fingers back into Even's hair, watching his mouth, his tongue.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're good at this?"

[minute_by_minute]

Even looks up at Newt, a perfectly innocent look on his face as he licks him from base to tip and then circles the head with his tongue. He grins as he pulls back, just for a second.

"Who, me? I might have a little practice."

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"Less talking," says Newt, gently, tilting his head and tracing Even's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "More sucking cock."

[minute_by_minute]

Even grins, licking at Newt's thumb a moment, before he sucks in the head of his cock. It's gentle, teasing, for a moment, but once he's used to the size and weight--different than Isak's, different from any other guy he's sucked, just like every girl's been different--he sucks him down a little bit more.

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Newt's content to lean back and watch Even suck his cock with practiced ease. He pushes his fingers into Even's hair and holds tighter, pulling a little at the root, wishing that they got naked before this, wishing he could see more.

[minute_by_minute]

The pulling drives him on, a little desperate, a lot needy. He's hard in his jeans, but he doesn't take himself out just yet. The allure of it, of doing this clothed, with a practical stranger, in his studio--it thrills through Even as he takes Newt deeper.

He pulls off, briefly, to strip off his shirts over his head, tossing them aside.

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Even pulls of his shirt and Newt gives him an appreciative glance before he's pushing both hands into his hair and tugging him back towards his cock.

"C'mon," he says. "Don't tease."

[minute_by_minute]

Even smiles, just against the tip of Newt's cock. "Bossy," he murmurs, licking at the slit, sighing at the sharp, distinctive taste of precome.

He bobbed his head down, cheeks hollow, sucking neatly. His hand rose, so he could stroke what didn't fit in his mouth.

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"You've got no idea," says Newt, huffing a warm laugh as he rocks his hips forward to press further into Even's mouth.

[minute_by_minute]

Even makes a soft noise, taking as much as he can, bobbing to meet Newt's rocking hips. It's never quite all of him; his gag reflex kicks in any time Newt gets too deep, but he never has to jerk off all the way, just ease back for a second.

He finds he'd like to see just how pushy Newt can get.

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If Newt knew Even better, if they weren't virtual strangers, he'd push Even's mouth down lower on his cock, just to hear him choke on it. As it is, he keeps his fingers in Even's hair and rocks his hips slowly, careful not to push too deep.

[minute_by_minute]

There's care there, and Even appreciates it. He pushes himself a little more, because of it, trying to see how much he can take. On one slide, he manages nearly the whole thing, swallowing around the head of Newt's cock to try and ease his gag reflex.

It doesn't quite work. He sputters a little bit.

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"Oh, shucking hell, that's beautiful," says Newt, softly, even if he does rock his hips back a little, given Even some room. "How slutty do you get, Even?"

[minute_by_minute]

Even eases back, spit strung between his lips and Newt's cock. He stroked him slowly, looking up at him, raising an eyebrow. He could get slutty. "Depends on what you want," he says honestly.

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"I want slutty," says Newt, grinning. "I'm trouble, remember?"

[minute_by_minute]

"Definitely trouble," Even says with a bit of a laugh. He keeps stroking him a moment, considering. Then he pulls back just for a moment. He strips his jeans off, and then pushes his shorts down to his knees. He shifts onto the bed more, on his knees. When he leans back down to Newt's cock, it leaves his ass in the air, totally exposed.

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"Oh, now, that's a pretty shucking picture," says Newt, huffing a laugh as Even bends over like that. He wishes he could see him from behind. "How deep can you take that cock?"

[minute_by_minute]

Even breathes something that might be a laugh around Newt's cock. The way he talks is pornographic, and Even sort of wonders if Newt is always like this, or if his husband's not that into the dirty talk and Newt's getting a kick out of getting to talk to someone like this.

He tries to take a bit more with each bob of his head, swallowing to try and control that sputtering gag when he takes Newt just a little too deep.

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The way Even gags is almost endearing; Newt's so used to Kavinsky's easy grace when he sucks cock. He makes a soft sound, pushes his fingers into Even's thick hair, pulling.

"Nearly there, sweet boy," he murmurs.

[minute_by_minute]

Even pulls back, just a touch, to compose himself. He tries again--a little more this time. Boldly, he sticks his tongue out on the next pass; he's seen it in porn, and, he finds, it does help a bit. He's still a little choked up on each deep pass, but he manages to get himself all the way down.

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"Oh, there it is," says Newt, tipping his head back, smiling as Even swallows around his cock, manages not to gag. "Fuck, you're a quick learner."

[minute_by_minute]

Even makes a soft noise around Newt's cock, barely managing it without sputtering. He pulls back, all the way off to gasp for air. A string of spit refuses to break between his lip and the tip of Newt's cock.

He breathes a few seconds, and then puts himself back to work.

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"If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you need to shucking back off," says Newt, his breath catching as his hips twitch.

[minute_by_minute]

Even takes two more slow, lazy passes and then eases off. He looks up at Newt, flushed and bruise-mouthed and feeling rather debauched.

"That good, huh?" He knows he is, but it's fun to tease as well.

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Newt isn't sure that Even is better than Kavinsky, but so few people are there. And it isn't fair to compare Even to his husband, anyway, so he just grins and nods.

"Just stay there," he says, grinning down at Even. "And use your hand. C'mon, shank. Get me off."

[minute_by_minute]

Even cocks a brow at Newt, but he gamely goes along. He can tell where this is going. He strokes Newt, steady and fast, and leans up to brush his mouth on the tip. Smearing wetness on his lips.

"Let's have it, then," he murmurs, bringing his other hand up to palm and squeeze Newt's balls.

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Newt groans softly as Even works his cock like that. It's clear that the other boy knows exactly what he's doing. It doesn't take long until he's coming, spurting across Even's cheek, his mouth. He shivers.

"Good boy."

[minute_by_minute]

The tone of the praise almost makes Even laugh. Whether or not Newt and his husband get up to some kinky shit, he's apparently into it; and Even likes the feeling it leaves in his chest.

He sits up slowly, resting his ass on his knees. One hand falls to his lap, his cock hard and jutting up toward his belly; the other he brings up, wiping come off his lip and sucking his thumb clean.

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"We should definitely do something about that," says Newt, leaning in to press a kiss to Even's mouth, tasting his own come. He makes a soft sound, shifting closer, pressing in against Even's bare skin.

[minute_by_minute]

"Yeah?" Even smiles against the kiss a little, glad that Newt doesn't seem to shy away from the taste of come, because good God, he wants to kiss him. He reaches out, curling his fingers over Newt's hips, and drags him closer.

"Do you fuck?" he whispers, cheeks going a little pink. "Or is this strictly mouths tonight?"