day 9 - passionate kiss (Gramander)
It isn't always like this—Percival grasping at Newt’s waist and back, his own head held between large, calloused hands and mouth moving hard into a soft but just as relentless one.
Not for a lack of love, because they certainly respect one another and would willingly make sacrifices for the other, but their respective passions lie elsewhere most of the time. It's work and research and solving problems in different fields, and at the end of the day they’re satisfied with seeing each other safe and sharing a bit of affection with whatever energy is left.
Yet there are such moments, when a light kiss in greeting after a long day becomes a second and third, when their lips part a little and then some more before a tongue enters.
Percival brushes against Newt's tongue with his own and moans a little; it’s hot and wet, and the dragging of sensitive flesh ignites him further. A lick becomes a deeper exploration and a means to draw sounds of pleasure.
There's a pressure building in his chest and whether that's heat or needing oxygen, he can't say. Either way, he pulls back slightly and for a suspended second hears a small noise of loss, sees glossy green eyes, dark in their reflected desire.
Not in the office, he thinks for a brief, coherent moment, then leans back in to take Newt's mouth again.