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[thebloodyglue]

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Newt grins a little, at that sound of feigned surprise, at the way Kavinsky's hips press back against him. He curls one arm around Kavinsky's waist, dropping a kiss on the side of his neck.

"You can definitely do better than that."

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[mitsubishievo]

"I mean, we just met," Kavinsky said. It's hard not to laugh. But then, he thinks of how they'd been when they first met, that quick, easy slide into filth, and Kavinsky thought that this was always how they were.

He pulled away from the touch a little, but only so he could put his back against the elevator wall and drag Newt in toward him. With a grin, he leaned in until their noses touched.

"I can definitely think of things I wouldn't mind you calling me though."

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"Don't act like that matters," says Newt, because he still remembers their first few weeks together, what it had been like to figure each other out like that. He leans in, pressing his hips against Kavinsky, pinning him with his weight. He tilts his head, his hair slipping into his eyes. "Like what?"

[mitsubishievo]

It hadn't mattered three and a half years ago, and it didn't matter now, but this wasn't beer and ice cream and weed leading to some spectacular sex in his first shitty apartment in Darrow. He shivered a little bit and pressed his hips back against Newt's; not hard yet, but he was working on it steadily, that delicious warm build in his lower stomach.

"Like whatever you want, if you think it'll get you off."

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"You like being talked dirty to?" asks Newt, grinding his hips slowly against Kavinsky's, enjoying the friction, the slow laziness of it. "How dirty? You want to call me Daddy?" He grins, broadly.

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Kavinsky laughed, a little breathless, at the suggestion. He was feeling dirty, and he did love when Newt talked dirty to him, but he wasn't going to call him Daddy. Not this time, at least. He smiled and hummed, nudging their noses together.

"Aren't you a little young to be Daddy?" He trailed his fingers through Newt's hair and hummed softly. "Nah, but I wouldn't mind you calling me your slut."

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"I'm pretty sure I could convince you," says Newt, smudging their noses together and then taking a kiss. "How slutty are you going to be for me? Or are you once of those people who just likes being talked a bit nasty to?"

Newt bites back a smirk. They both know the answer to that question.

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Kavinsky shivered a little bit, the heat building more rapidly now. He could see the hint of that smirk, the suggestion of it, and he loved that smirk. He licked his lips a bit and caught Newt's belt loop.

"A little of both," he murmured. "Talk nasty and act like a proper fuck-hole."

[thebloodyglue]

"Must be my lucky day," says Newt, leaning in to take a deep, sloppy kiss as the doors behind him chime open. "What are we waiting for?"

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Kavinsky sighed into the kiss, cupping the back of Newt's neck slightly, giving him a squeeze. When the doors chime, he grins, and hurries them out into the hallway. It's not a long walk to the apartment, but before he unlocked it, he pressed Newt against the door and kissed him thoroughly.

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The kiss, so warm and full of love and want, doesn't necessarily feel like part of the game, but Newt leans into it for a moment, enjoying the press of Kavinsky's body against his.

[mitsubishievo]

With a grin against the kiss, Kavinsky fumbled his keys out of his pocket and managed to unlock the door behind him. He tugged Newt in by his belt loops, scraping his teeth against his lower lip, letting his thumb brush over his cock in his jeans.

"Hey there, sailor," he murmured, grin cocky and kind. "When's the last time you had someone on their knees for you?"

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"Not recently enough," says Newt, taking hold of Kavinsky's jaw, not particularly gently, to guide him in for a kiss. "Definitely don't like sailor, though."

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"No?" Kavinsky asked through the grip on his jaw, against the kiss, smiling. He hummed and tucked his fingers into the waist of Newt's jeans. "Yet here I am, port in the storm."

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"Here you are," says Newt, leaning in to take another kiss. "Are you just going to talk about it, shank, or..?"

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Kavinsky groaned softly and opened Newt's jeans, the gesture rough and short, a little aggressive but mostly just hasty. No, he wasn't just going to stand here and wax poetic, as much as he loved doing that. He got Newt's jeans open and sank to his knees in front of him.

He looked up at Newt as he slowly drew him out, stroking him lazily. It was easy to lean in and almost meekly brush his lips against the head of his cock.

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The suddenness of the gesture, the quiet violence of it, makes Newt a little breathless. He leans back against the wall, canting his hips first. "Don't tease," he warns.

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"Or what?" Kavinsky shot back, gentle and curious. He knew exactly what Newt was capable of, but he was curious what this scene was capable of, where it was going.

Still, he took the head of Newt's cock into his mouth. Just the head, all wet and slow, sucking and flicking his tongue obscenely. He wasn't going to give up teasing just yet.

[thebloodyglue]

"Wouldn't be any fun if I told you, would it?" Says Newt, his breath coming in a sigh at the touch of Kavinsky's mouth. "But you'll definitely regret it."

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Newt's voice was sweet and breathless already, and Kavinsky could think of all sorts of things that he could do to him. He's sure Newt's thought of a list of things to do to him as well, already, and they'll work their way through it.

He trailed his fingers slowly up and down Newt's thighs, and took a little more into his mouth, bobbing his head a bit now. It was fun to pretend like he couldn't manage more without effort, like he wasn't an expert cocksucker in every sense. It encouraged, as far as he was concerned, to be used brutally.

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He knows Kavinsky well enough to be entirely wise to the game he's playing here, the way he wants to be treated. Newt threads his fingers into Kavinsky's dark hair and pushes his mouth further down his cock.

"You can definitely do better than that," he murmurs.

[mitsubishievo]

There was a bit of a show to it, choking slightly as Newt pushed into his mouth. It wasn't enough to really sputter, but definitely enough to get wet and sloppy. He was too used to the shape and size of Newt's cock for it to be accidental; no, it was part of the game as well, and he looked up at Newt with a bare, subtle nod.

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He knows exactly how much Kavinsky can take, and he knows how much of this is playacting. Newt keeps his hand tight on his hair, pushing his cock deeper with every rock of his hips.

"That's it, shank," he murmurs. "Be a good slut."

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Kavinsky moaned around him as he kept moving, kept pushing it out of him. He squirmed at his feet and let his gag reflex come out just a little, when Newt fucked in deep. He sputtered and gripped his hips desperately. Tears rolled down his cheeks from the strain of it. He looked and felt a mess already, and it made him desperately hard.

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He loves getting Kavinsky to this point, always, but there's something doubly delicious about doing it while they're pretending to be strangers. He twists his fingers in Kavinsky's hair, tugging.

"Take your pants down," he instructs. "Show me your cock, shank."

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Kavinsky whimpered pleasantly and brought his hands down. He opened the fly and pushed his jeans down to the middle of his thighs, showing off his short, brightly colored boxer briefs. Those came down next, but just far enough to have his cock and balls out.

He looked up at Newt, doing his best to suck back some of the mess that was dribbling down his chin like he was more amateur at this than he actually was. At this rate, Newt might be able to just slip it to him without lube. He was okay with that.