The second time one of the beasts barges in on them in the bedroom it really is Jacob’s fault and he can almost admit that. Later, much later, sometime when he isn’t buried inside of Newt’s deliciously tight heat with a pair of the largest eyes he’d ever seen on any animal peering up at him over the edge of the bed.
They’d been finishing up the rounds for the evening feed and Newt had been particularly lovely and Jacob might have rushed rather a lot through the end of their tasks so that he could drag Newt into the bedroom and ravish him. If the lid for the mooncalfs’ pellets hadn’t been sealed properly and possibly, maybe, spilled off the kitchen table, rolling over the floor to nestle by the bedroom door, which had most certainly not been closed. Well really it was Newt’s fault for smiling like that, like he would make Jacob’s heart burst with joy just being near him.
Newt was face down on the mattress, one foot dragging over the floor, the other knee propped up on the edge of the bed, rocking back against Jacob with wanton moans. It wasn’t until there were soft crunching noises and ever so slightly higher pitched hums amidst Newt’s sounds that Jacob even became aware of the beast. Wide eyed and with cheeks stretched wide around far too many pellets, it peeked over the footboard at the two of them, trying to match Newt’s sounds or at least pitch.
He was so startled the curse that escaped him came out in Polish, rather than English.
Newt, who hadn’t noticed their visitor yet simply moaned again, rolling his hips back against Jacob and smiling over his shoulder. “Yeah? You’ll have to translate that for me.” Another insistent shift of his hips. “Later.” Breathless and groaning when Jacob’s grip tightened on his hips. But Jacob wasn’t guiding him to a harder pace or anything of the like. No, Jacob was trying to hold him still and Newt whined, nearly toppling Jacob backwards with the force of his next attempt to impale himself on Jacob’s cock.
“Dammit, Newt.” Jacob couldn’t force himself to pull back from the redhead but he wasn’t about to keep fucking him with this curious little mooncalf mewling at them. He tried to reach up and force Newt to turn his head but the other man was so much taller he couldn’t reach and he huffed out a breath of frustration. “Look, would you?” He grumbled, waving a hand towards the mooncalf.
Which the little monster apparently took as an invitation. Jacob’s eyes widened almost as far as the animal itself’s and Newt burst out laughing as it shuffled over to nuzzle Jacob’s side affectionately. The poor No-Maj looked as though he were going to explode with the volume of conflict inside him. It was strange and awkward and cute and Newt was laughing, entire body shuddering and clenching around him. “Oh god…” He gasped, fingers spasming around Newt’s hips and when they shifted against each other the mooncalf stepped back, dancing an excited little half circle behind them.
“He’s seen worse, I assure you.” Newt gasped out, falling right back into rolling his hips and drawing a disbelieving gasp from Jacob.
“Wha-?” Jacob barely managed to get the word out but Newt was moving again and he just rolled his eyes, Glancing uncertainly behind him as the Mooncalf settled against the far wall, head tilted curiously. He’d almost finally decided to ignore the beast, gradually picking up a firm pace.
Then he felt a cold, damp nose sniffing unsettlingly close to his balls. A distinctly unmanly sound escaped him and there was a mooncalf deposited unceremoniously on the ground outside the door, the door itself slamming closed in the poor thing’s face while Newt reached back to pull Jacob in close again.
“Now if you’re done fussing, Jacob.” Calm and pleasant and clearly amused, only to be followed up with something caught between a growl and a whine. “Fuck. Me.”
((Thank you all for the encouraging comments! I am still a little unsure with writing these two but this was too cute not to fill.))
Fill: Intruders 2/6
They’d been finishing up the rounds for the evening feed and Newt had been particularly lovely and Jacob might have rushed rather a lot through the end of their tasks so that he could drag Newt into the bedroom and ravish him. If the lid for the mooncalfs’ pellets hadn’t been sealed properly and possibly, maybe, spilled off the kitchen table, rolling over the floor to nestle by the bedroom door, which had most certainly not been closed. Well really it was Newt’s fault for smiling like that, like he would make Jacob’s heart burst with joy just being near him.
Newt was face down on the mattress, one foot dragging over the floor, the other knee propped up on the edge of the bed, rocking back against Jacob with wanton moans. It wasn’t until there were soft crunching noises and ever so slightly higher pitched hums amidst Newt’s sounds that Jacob even became aware of the beast. Wide eyed and with cheeks stretched wide around far too many pellets, it peeked over the footboard at the two of them, trying to match Newt’s sounds or at least pitch.
He was so startled the curse that escaped him came out in Polish, rather than English.
Newt, who hadn’t noticed their visitor yet simply moaned again, rolling his hips back against Jacob and smiling over his shoulder. “Yeah? You’ll have to translate that for me.” Another insistent shift of his hips. “Later.” Breathless and groaning when Jacob’s grip tightened on his hips. But Jacob wasn’t guiding him to a harder pace or anything of the like. No, Jacob was trying to hold him still and Newt whined, nearly toppling Jacob backwards with the force of his next attempt to impale himself on Jacob’s cock.
“Dammit, Newt.” Jacob couldn’t force himself to pull back from the redhead but he wasn’t about to keep fucking him with this curious little mooncalf mewling at them. He tried to reach up and force Newt to turn his head but the other man was so much taller he couldn’t reach and he huffed out a breath of frustration. “Look, would you?” He grumbled, waving a hand towards the mooncalf.
Which the little monster apparently took as an invitation. Jacob’s eyes widened almost as far as the animal itself’s and Newt burst out laughing as it shuffled over to nuzzle Jacob’s side affectionately. The poor No-Maj looked as though he were going to explode with the volume of conflict inside him. It was strange and awkward and cute and Newt was laughing, entire body shuddering and clenching around him. “Oh god…” He gasped, fingers spasming around Newt’s hips and when they shifted against each other the mooncalf stepped back, dancing an excited little half circle behind them.
“He’s seen worse, I assure you.” Newt gasped out, falling right back into rolling his hips and drawing a disbelieving gasp from Jacob.
“Wha-?” Jacob barely managed to get the word out but Newt was moving again and he just rolled his eyes, Glancing uncertainly behind him as the Mooncalf settled against the far wall, head tilted curiously. He’d almost finally decided to ignore the beast, gradually picking up a firm pace.
Then he felt a cold, damp nose sniffing unsettlingly close to his balls. A distinctly unmanly sound escaped him and there was a mooncalf deposited unceremoniously on the ground outside the door, the door itself slamming closed in the poor thing’s face while Newt reached back to pull Jacob in close again.
“Now if you’re done fussing, Jacob.” Calm and pleasant and clearly amused, only to be followed up with something caught between a growl and a whine. “Fuck. Me.”
((Thank you all for the encouraging comments! I am still a little unsure with writing these two but this was too cute not to fill.))