day 23 - "melt into you" kiss (Gramander)
This is far from Newt’s first kiss—well, not that far, as he can count on one hand the number of relations he has had—yet his heart thunders in his chest, face growing hot as the distance closes between them.
Embarrassingly, he gasps when their lips touch and scrunches his eyes closed. For all that this man appears strong and unyielding, his mouth is utterly soft and warm. The smell of expensive cologne, feel of gentle hands on his face, and the wonderful pressure of lips sealing over his entices all the senses.
With a quiet moan, Newt falls into Percival and opens to him, allowing the man to taste and take even as he catalogues every sensation. His own hands slide up Percival’s back and twist into the pristine shirt as he shivers with each lick.
Though heated, there’s a tenderness Newt can’t explain and he wonders—with what little mind he has left unoccupied by this—if this is how it’s supposed to be. To be held like something cherished, nothing else mattering except for this closeness and warmth shared between them.
Again, Newt thinks, heady with the realization of what he can have.
“Again,” he breathes against Percival’s lips.
Percival holds him fast, and listens.