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[thebloodyglue]

Sometimes, he can't help himself. He comes in from the garden and Kavinsky is cleaning, pottering around and tidying up. There's laundry half done, a load still to go in a basket on the table; the air smells of something lemony and astringent. House work is always something that sort of eludes Newt, just because it was the least important thing in the Glade. There were always other things to be done.

He stands in the doorway and watches Kavinsky for a moment, the bare skin of his back, freckled across his shoulders. The casual way his hair is ruffled back from his forehead, sweatpants low slung over his hips and ass. Newt growls low in the back of his throat and crosses the room, dropping his gloves and wraps his arms around Kavinsky from behind, one hand sliding over the warm, fat muscles of his belly, landing a kiss on the side of his neck.

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[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky had heard Newt come in, but he still jumped just a little bit when he was suddenly there, grabbing onto him and pressing in close. He laughed and leaned back into him, obligingly tilting his head to the side.

"Hello to you too, sugar," he said with a breathy sort of a laugh. He didn't stop scrubbing at the counter.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt laughs a little, both of his hands on Kavinsky's bare skin now, laying kisses across his husband's shoulders, keeping their hips pressed snug together.

"Look at you," he says. "So shucking industrious."

[mitsubishievo]

"I can be industrious about other things," Kavinsky said, a teasing sort of note, as he squirmed his hips back just a bit. He set his sponge aside for a moment and turned his head to the side, smiling softly.

"Should I be focusing on something besides spring cleaning?"

[thebloodyglue]

"I'm sure you can multitask, shank," says Newt, grinning, one of his hands sliding lower to cup the line of Kavinsky's cock through his sweat pants. "You're not even wearing underwear, are you?"

[mitsubishievo]

"Oh," Kavinsky sighed as Newt started to grab at him more earnestly like that. He licked his lips and grabbed the sponge once more, even as he was pawed at, and thought of one of the first time Newt fucked him in his apartment kitchen, aggressive and bent over the counter and pushy about it all.

He hummed a little bit. "Laundry day. Didn't see a point."

[thebloodyglue]

"Yeah, I bet that's the only reason," says Newt, none too gentle in the way that he's touching Kavinsky, keeping him pulled close. "Be a shame to get a mess all over that counter, wouldn't it?"

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky breathed, cock hard against Newt's palm already. He shifted and rolled his hips, trying to tease a little bit more, trying to get a bit more attention.

"You know I'm good to clean it up," he said, just a bit breathlessly. "If I happen to make a mess."

[thebloodyglue]

"I do know that," says Newt, squeezing the hard line of Kavinsky's cock through soft fabric. "I remember that first time we fucked in the kitchen." He bends his head, sucking up a mark on Kavinsky's shoulder.

[mitsubishievo]

"Me too," Kavinsky said. His knees sagged, just a little. He bent and bowed and put his elbows on the counter. It put him a better level for Newt to mark him up. "And every other time you've fucked me in the kitchen."

[thebloodyglue]

Newt pauses for a moment, enjoying the way that Kavinsky arranges himself. He slips one hand inside Kavinsky's sweats, starting to stroke him slowly.

"Tell me what you liked about them," he says. "Those other times."

[mitsubishievo]

"Shit," Kavinsky breathed, just an edge of laughter. He squeezed the sponge in his hand just a little too hard, and the soapy bleach water spilled over his fingers and onto the counter. "You get like this...I dunno, it's different than when you're normally pushy. Like you can't even wait, it's gotta be right now. 's fuckin' hot."

[thebloodyglue]

"I remember how you got when I made you clean up with your tongue," says Newt, still stroking, too slow to do any good. He wants Kavinsky desperate. He wants him squirming.

[mitsubishievo]

"Easier on the tiles than on the sheets," he breathed. His knees shook again, a quiet sort of desperation as Newt teased him with that touch.

[thebloodyglue]

"I want you that desperate," says Newt, softly. "That shaky and wanting. That willing to do every shucking thing I tell you." He sucks up another mark on Kavinsky's shoulder.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky swore a little bit, tilting to expose his throat again. The marks felt good, filthy proof of belonging here, and they sank heat down into his belly. "You know I'm easy for it, sugar. I'll you've gotta do is say you want it."

[thebloodyglue]

"I don't just want you to want it," says Newt, grinning, his hand sliding up to tweak Kavinsky's nipple, hard. "I want you to beg for it."

[mitsubishievo]

A broken little moan came out of him as Newt slid his hand up his chest, teasing and pinching at him. He could feel his cock drooling, that sweet, needy desperation. He'd bed, that was for sure. His body was already there, and the words weren't far behind, but he knew that Newt liked to get something more desperate than a few gentle pleases out of him.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt takes his hands away from Kavinsky altogether, but only for long enough to push his sweat pants down, effectively stripping him naked in the kitchen and then his hands were back on him, both sliding up to his chest this time to pinch and twist, teasing.

[mitsubishievo]

There's a bit of chill, even if the home is warm, when Newt pushed his sweats down like that. They pooled around his knees, and when he shifted his feet a little, they fell to his ankles.

"God," he breathed, squirming a bit from the attention to his chest. "Fuck, that feels good, sugar."

[thebloodyglue]

"You should get piercings," teases Newt, still playing with his nipples. "Imagine how that would feel."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky laughed a little, a breathless moment of hysteria, because he'd thought about it, especially while he'd been sitting through the process of the elaborate and colorful garden on his right arm. He tapped his tongue ring against his teeth, rolled the ball of it against his lip.

"You wouldn't be able to play with them while they healed," he protested. "You'd have to be so nice for weeks."

[thebloodyglue]

"Yeah, but think about all the shucking fun we'd have once they were healed," says Newt, grinning, one hand sliding lower again, fingers grazing against the length of Kavinsky's leaking cock. "Think about all the things that I could do to you."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky was thinking about it, alright. He thought he might have been thinking about it for ages, but now Newt was saying it, tugging at and touching him and being rude and filthy. At the end, Kavinsky would do anything for him, but also, it just sounded fun.

The healing would be awful, but the end result would be worth it.

His knees shook and wobbled, sagged a little bit, as Newt teased him. He put his head down on the counter for a moment. "Fuck, sugar."

[thebloodyglue]

Kavinsky having to put his head down like that is incredibly hot. Newt's breath catches. "How badly do you want to get fucked?"

[mitsubishievo]

He's tempted, for a moment, to try and be cheeky. Not badly enough to not smart off. Not badly enough to be in begging tears. But badly. Bad enough he can feel it down into his bones.

He rolls his hips back against Newt a bit. "So fuckin' bad, sugar.