bonus (thesival) kisses
day 8 - kiss on the nape
Out of respect to his newfound lover, Theseus doesn’t push matters when it comes to affectionate behaviours. Percival was and is quite independent, and even when they’re alone they hardly sit close together. But Percival is also kind and thoughtful (and weak to Theseus's pleading) so in rare moments he’ll let Theseus satisfy certain desires.
Hence he doesn’t swat away Theseus's roaming hands over his soft, relaxed body as he makes coffee this morning. Theseus wraps around him like a blanket, watches purposeful, precise movements of elegant hands.
“Back off a bit, will you,” Percival grumbles.
So he does, lifting his head from Percival's shoulder. What comes into his line of sight is a smooth, pale neck, exposed by the skewed collar of the robe and a little bit bruised from bites. Nearly hypnotized, Theseus is drawn to it and lets his mouth fall on the skin; it’s a light kiss first then dragging up the column to bristly short hairs.
“You have a thing for necks, Scamander?” he hears.
“Just yours,” Theseus mumbles into the nape and smiles, pleased, when he feels a slight shiver run through his lover.
day 13 - height difference kiss
“Percy!” Theseus calls as he barges through private office doors.
Just inside them stands his lover, head snapping up from where he had been mulling over papers and mouth dropping open in surprise.
“Theseus, what in Merlin's name—” then Percival stops as he sees him approaching with quick strides, not losing even a bit of momentum. “Don’t you fucking dare, Sca—”
The warning ends in a yelp as Theseus grabs him and hoists him up high into his arms, and papers go flying around them. As the man grasps his shoulders for support, without missing a beat, he pulls Percival in by the neck and slots their mouths together. Like that he walks the last couple steps to Percival's desk and doesn't break the kiss even as he lowers Percival to sit on it. It's a bit of work, this position, as Theseus still needs to bend over slightly despite the elevation; but it's good in that he can press down into the soft, yielding mouth below his and taste at his leisure.
“Damn you,” Percival tries to swear in the midst of being devoured, but it's more of a breathless whine. “You ass.”
“Hush, darling,” Theseus says, then kisses deep again, swallows Percival's soft groan. “I missed you.”
That effectively quiets any further complaints, and with a grin, he tips Percival onto his back.