He still wasn’t entirely sure how they’d ended up like this. It was entirely Newt’s fault, that much was certain. But then it usually was Newt’s fault wasn’t it? The thought made him laugh, the sound almost immediately choked off into a gasp. His fingers curled tightly into damp copper strands as Newt hummed mischievously around Jacob’s cock. The ability to convey mischief so clearly when his mouth was firmly occupied was just yet another magical ability that Newt had, green-gold eyes glittering in a way that would have made the no-maj nervous if he’d had the presence of mind to think that clearly.
Jacob let his fingers skitter from Newt’s hair, down along his jaw, smoothing over bare shoulders. The first time he’d found Newt like this, working so hard under the hot magically induced sunshine, bare chested and unconcerned with the potential results of the sun, Jacob had worried for the other man’s health. As it turned out, magical replicas of sunlight were not close enough to leave the poor Brit burnt to a crisp and Jacob strongly suspected that was part of why Newt preferred the interior of his suitcase to many of the locations they’d been to.
But to find him laughing playfully, using his wand to flick sprays of warm water across the enclosure, dancing around the erumpent as she huffed and shuffled, trying to keep up with him. It had surprised Jacob so much that he’d burst out laughing, himself. Then suddenly the three of them were chasing each other through the enclosure, Newt cheating horribly because Jacob had to dart in towards the small water hole to splash the redhead while his lover could simply flick water from seemingly nowhere at him.
They’d stumbled into one another at some point, breathless and panting, sweaty and damp in equal turns. Newt was shirtless and practically glowing with joy, Jacob’s once white button down was splattered with mud, sticking to his chest in places where it was exceptionally wet. Somehow or another Jacob had ended up pressed back against a boulder, Newt sliding gracefully to his knees as the erumpent trotted in slowing circles around her enclosure.
Which of course left Jacob torn between leaning back and enjoying the other man’s attentions or becoming increasingly worried about just how focused the erumpent was on their activities. They were, quite literally, dead center in her enclosure, after all. She moved closer, pawing at the dirt beside the water hole across from them. They’d all been playing and now the silly humans were distracted with each other. Clearly if she reminded them about how they were meant to be playing with her they’d stop this… whatever they were doing.
Jacob’s gaze flicked from her back to Newt, groaning and letting his eyes flutter closed as the redhead made a show of sucking firmly on him, cheeks hollowing as he took more and more of Jacob’s length into his mouth, swallowing carefully around him. There’d been a protest, a question or concern somewhere in the back of his mind. Like hell if he could remember what it was now, though. His hips jerked forward of their own accord and Newt followed the motion smoothly, practiced now after so many months learning Jacob’s body.
Dark eyes opened again and he nearly jumped out of his skin at how close the erumpent was, her head tilted and a soft hum of curiosity escaping her. Newt’s hands came up to grip Jacob’s thighs tightly, effectively pinning him against the rock. “She likes your smell.” He drew back just enough to murmur the words before he swallowed again, taking Jacob fully into his mouth.
“‘Course she does.” Jacob rolled his eyes a little but his exasperation was lost as he rocked back up into Newt’s pliant mouth once more. “Shit, Newt…” It was an encouragement and a warning all at once and Jacob let his head fall back, groaning long and low, his fingers tight and demanding in Newt’s hair now. His noises clearly meant they were going to play again, by the erumpent’s interpretation and she danced away, circling the water hole once more and tossing her head.
It was all so abrupt and overwhelming that it took Jacob a moment to register what exactly had happened. Newt drew back, laughing long and loud and bright, his face gleaming and damp as Jacob surrendered, panting and gasping as he came, most of his release finding it’s way onto Newt’s face. At the same time water was cascading down on them, a fine spray of mist and, fogged with pleasure as his mind was, it took Jacob a solid minute before he realized the erumpent had drawn in a full breath of water, spraying it back out at them in a fine mist that had Jacob laughing too.
“This is entirely your fault.” He scolded playfully, raising an arm to wipe the water out of his face. Then he was stripping off his shirt and dropping it into Newt’s lap, letting the other man clean up with the shirt.
“Guilty.” Newt replied without the slightest hesitance, just that brilliant unrestrained joy. “Happily so.”
((And over on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9445562?view_full_work=true ))
Fill: Intruders 6/6
Jacob let his fingers skitter from Newt’s hair, down along his jaw, smoothing over bare shoulders. The first time he’d found Newt like this, working so hard under the hot magically induced sunshine, bare chested and unconcerned with the potential results of the sun, Jacob had worried for the other man’s health. As it turned out, magical replicas of sunlight were not close enough to leave the poor Brit burnt to a crisp and Jacob strongly suspected that was part of why Newt preferred the interior of his suitcase to many of the locations they’d been to.
But to find him laughing playfully, using his wand to flick sprays of warm water across the enclosure, dancing around the erumpent as she huffed and shuffled, trying to keep up with him. It had surprised Jacob so much that he’d burst out laughing, himself. Then suddenly the three of them were chasing each other through the enclosure, Newt cheating horribly because Jacob had to dart in towards the small water hole to splash the redhead while his lover could simply flick water from seemingly nowhere at him.
They’d stumbled into one another at some point, breathless and panting, sweaty and damp in equal turns. Newt was shirtless and practically glowing with joy, Jacob’s once white button down was splattered with mud, sticking to his chest in places where it was exceptionally wet. Somehow or another Jacob had ended up pressed back against a boulder, Newt sliding gracefully to his knees as the erumpent trotted in slowing circles around her enclosure.
Which of course left Jacob torn between leaning back and enjoying the other man’s attentions or becoming increasingly worried about just how focused the erumpent was on their activities. They were, quite literally, dead center in her enclosure, after all. She moved closer, pawing at the dirt beside the water hole across from them. They’d all been playing and now the silly humans were distracted with each other. Clearly if she reminded them about how they were meant to be playing with her they’d stop this… whatever they were doing.
Jacob’s gaze flicked from her back to Newt, groaning and letting his eyes flutter closed as the redhead made a show of sucking firmly on him, cheeks hollowing as he took more and more of Jacob’s length into his mouth, swallowing carefully around him. There’d been a protest, a question or concern somewhere in the back of his mind. Like hell if he could remember what it was now, though. His hips jerked forward of their own accord and Newt followed the motion smoothly, practiced now after so many months learning Jacob’s body.
Dark eyes opened again and he nearly jumped out of his skin at how close the erumpent was, her head tilted and a soft hum of curiosity escaping her. Newt’s hands came up to grip Jacob’s thighs tightly, effectively pinning him against the rock. “She likes your smell.” He drew back just enough to murmur the words before he swallowed again, taking Jacob fully into his mouth.
“‘Course she does.” Jacob rolled his eyes a little but his exasperation was lost as he rocked back up into Newt’s pliant mouth once more. “Shit, Newt…” It was an encouragement and a warning all at once and Jacob let his head fall back, groaning long and low, his fingers tight and demanding in Newt’s hair now. His noises clearly meant they were going to play again, by the erumpent’s interpretation and she danced away, circling the water hole once more and tossing her head.
It was all so abrupt and overwhelming that it took Jacob a moment to register what exactly had happened. Newt drew back, laughing long and loud and bright, his face gleaming and damp as Jacob surrendered, panting and gasping as he came, most of his release finding it’s way onto Newt’s face. At the same time water was cascading down on them, a fine spray of mist and, fogged with pleasure as his mind was, it took Jacob a solid minute before he realized the erumpent had drawn in a full breath of water, spraying it back out at them in a fine mist that had Jacob laughing too.
“This is entirely your fault.” He scolded playfully, raising an arm to wipe the water out of his face. Then he was stripping off his shirt and dropping it into Newt’s lap, letting the other man clean up with the shirt.
“Guilty.” Newt replied without the slightest hesitance, just that brilliant unrestrained joy. “Happily so.”
((And over on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9445562?view_full_work=true ))