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!It’s been a good evening.
Hermann is leaning against him, relaxed and loose limbed and smiling. Newt leans down and rests his nose into the crook of Hermann’s neck. He smells good. Not food-good, he can’t feed off werewolves, but just good, warm and comfortable and sweet.
Hermann whines, deep in his throat, leans heavily against Newt, Newt stumbles and is very glad he can shift Hermann’s weight and find his keys.
“You coming in, babe?” Hermann growls his agreement, smiling vaguely. He stumbles and has to brace himself against the wall.
“Dude,” Newt sighs, and leads Hermann into the living room. “I was really hoping to get laid tonight.”
Hermann flops across the sofa. “With who? He slurs, tries to scowl.
“With you, dipshit.” Newt lips his feet, sits down and sets them on his lap. He starts taking Hermann’s shoes off. “Fuck you and your- being able to get drunk self.”
Hermann waits until he’s gotten his shoes off, and turns around on the sofa so his head is on Newt’s lap. “We can have sex.” He nuzzles the front of Newt’s jeans.
Oh fuck yes. “You’re- really drunk,” He gasps, “That’s not a- good idea.”
“I think it’s an excellent idea.” Hermann noses at the button of his trousers. “Do I need to use my teeth?” He smiles at Newt, even with two weeks to the full moon, they are very sharp.
“Like that makes me want a blow-JOB!” Newt yelps the last as Hermann opens his trousers and takes him down in a long, delicious swallow.
Newt’s head drops back, groans. The fresh, hot blood bursts through him, he’s rock hard, Hermann’s mouth is hot and sweet and he hollows his cheeks, sucking.
“You’ve- done this before.” Newt gasps.
“Hmm,” and oh god Newt could just come now and he has to fight for control so it’s not over too fast.
“I- oh fuck-” And thought basically ends there and Hermann hums again, swallows, works his way down and werewolves must not have a gag reflext because oh god.
He sinks his fingers into Hermann’s hair, scratches across his scalp and yes yes yes. Hermann bobs up and down, tongue rasping over him, long and lingering, then down again, swallows, once, twice, and Newt comes hot and desperate and so very alive into his mouth.
Hermann gags, and sits up, hand coming up to cover his mouth and oh- oh right.
“Um.” Newt tries to pull his brain back together. “You didn’t- know that, about vampires?”
“So,” Hermann wipes his mouth again, “I did not just bite into an artery?”
“Nope,” Newt sits up, hands him tissues, “Totally normal. Not many bodily fluids beside blood. Sorry.”
Hermann wipes his mouth pulls a face. “Do you have any mouthwash?”
“In the bathroom,” Newt relaxes back on the sofa, “D’you want me to return the favour when you get back?”
Hermann pauses at the door, then smiles, “As long as you don’t have silver fillings.”
!It’s been a good evening.
Hermann is leaning against him, relaxed and loose limbed and smiling. Newt leans down and rests his nose into the crook of Hermann’s neck. He smells good. Not food-good, he can’t feed off werewolves, but just good, warm and comfortable and sweet.
Hermann whines, deep in his throat, leans heavily against Newt, Newt stumbles and is very glad he can shift Hermann’s weight and find his keys.
“You coming in, babe?” Hermann growls his agreement, smiling vaguely. He stumbles and has to brace himself against the wall.
“Dude,” Newt sighs, and leads Hermann into the living room. “I was really hoping to get laid tonight.”
Hermann flops across the sofa. “With who? He slurs, tries to scowl.
“With you, dipshit.” Newt lips his feet, sits down and sets them on his lap. He starts taking Hermann’s shoes off. “Fuck you and your- being able to get drunk self.”
Hermann waits until he’s gotten his shoes off, and turns around on the sofa so his head is on Newt’s lap. “We can have sex.” He nuzzles the front of Newt’s jeans.
Oh fuck yes. “You’re- really drunk,” He gasps, “That’s not a- good idea.”
“I think it’s an excellent idea.” Hermann noses at the button of his trousers. “Do I need to use my teeth?” He smiles at Newt, even with two weeks to the full moon, they are very sharp.
“Like that makes me want a blow-JOB!” Newt yelps the last as Hermann opens his trousers and takes him down in a long, delicious swallow.
Newt’s head drops back, groans. The fresh, hot blood bursts through him, he’s rock hard, Hermann’s mouth is hot and sweet and he hollows his cheeks, sucking.
“You’ve- done this before.” Newt gasps.
“Hmm,” and oh god Newt could just come now and he has to fight for control so it’s not over too fast.
“I- oh fuck-” And thought basically ends there and Hermann hums again, swallows, works his way down and werewolves must not have a gag reflext because oh god.
He sinks his fingers into Hermann’s hair, scratches across his scalp and yes yes yes. Hermann bobs up and down, tongue rasping over him, long and lingering, then down again, swallows, once, twice, and Newt comes hot and desperate and so very alive into his mouth.
Hermann gags, and sits up, hand coming up to cover his mouth and oh- oh right.
“Um.” Newt tries to pull his brain back together. “You didn’t- know that, about vampires?”
“So,” Hermann wipes his mouth again, “I did not just bite into an artery?”
“Nope,” Newt sits up, hands him tissues, “Totally normal. Not many bodily fluids beside blood. Sorry.”
Hermann wipes his mouth pulls a face. “Do you have any mouthwash?”
“In the bathroom,” Newt relaxes back on the sofa, “D’you want me to return the favour when you get back?”
Hermann pauses at the door, then smiles, “As long as you don’t have silver fillings.”