If Newt had to make a list of his favourite places to be, then in bed with Percival would certainly be in the top three. It would be beneath the forest with the dragons, the first time in his life where he had felt valued, and beneath the suitcase - his favourite spot there was sat on the steps in front of the bowtruckle tree, listening to the tiny creatures squabble and looking at the world he had made. But after those two, bed with Percival beat every other sight he had seen. He lay back on the crisp white sheets, smiling as his lover combed through his hair, freeing it from the pommade that had imprisoned it all day.
"At least one of us has to look respectable at work." Percival teased, stripping out of his smart suit and pulling on a pair of dark pyjama pants.

Newt shuffled over so that Percival could get in, moving so that his head rested on Percival's shoulder, and then leaning in for a lazy kiss. Percival's hand rubbed at his shoulders, and Newt smiled.
"We did good today." He murmured. They had done. They had saved the lives of at least three witches, and a dozen creatures. Percival nodded, kissing him softly and tangling their legs together.

Newt cuddled up closer, and felt Percival's body respond. Looking up, he could see that Percival's face was slightly darkened - it still amazed him, how flustered Percival could get. He leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"It's okay." He murmured, the same moment that Percival tried to apologise. Newt shook his head, reaching out and brushing his fingers through Percival's hair. "It's only natural."

Percival nodded and cuddled Newt close.
"Anyway, I'm flattered." Newt said. He was. Just because the actual sexual intimacy side of things held no interest for him didn't mean that he didn't want his lover to feel good. Percival was wired in a way that meant he reacted sexually, and Newt didn't, and they both knew and understood that.

When their relationship had started, Newt had felt afraid to mention it, still eager enough for other kinds of closeness to lie. He would have laid still and unprotesting if that was what it took to make Percival stay. But Percival had seen something was wrong. That first night, it was Newt who apologised. Then Percival. Their needs from the relationship were nearly identical. Both wanted emotional support, someone to talk to, to share chores with, to laugh with. Both liked kissing, and cuddling up on the bed, and Newt loved running his fingers through Percival's hair when the pommade had been spelled away.

It was just in this one small area that they weren't compatible. It was a small price to pay.
"It's okay." Newt murmured, shifting again so that he was lying to Percival's side, his head resting over Percival's shoulder. "You can if you want."

He felt Percival move, heard the bitten back moans and gasps that his lover always tried not to let escape as he stroked his hand over himself. Newt lifted his head to watch the interplay of emotions across Percival's face, the way he looked when he was lost in his own bliss. Percival looked beautiful like that. When he was finished, Percival cleaned himself up with a flick of his hand, and Newt cuddled close again.

Newt smiled at him fondly.
"You're perfect, you know that?"
For a moment, it looked as though Percival might argue, but then he smiled instead.
"Thank you..."

Newt leaned in for a tender kiss, wrapping the blankets around the two of them, and looking at Percival curiously.
"So what were you thinking about?"
"Then?"
"Yes." Newt agreed. "You must be thinking about something. What was it?"

Percival hesitated, and Newt squeezed his hand.
"I don't mind hearing what you think." Newt promised. "I don't want to take part in it, but I don't mind hearing." He paused. "Maybe I'll even whisper in your ear."
The moan that Percival made at that let Newt know that he had found a good plan. At work, Percival always seemed confident. Newt always enjoyed knowing that he had this side to him. He waited for a moment, for Percival to decide the answer he wanted to give. When he did answer, Newt wasn't disappointed.

"I was thinking about you." Percival began. "About you kissing me, touching me, looking me in the eye. And I thought about being filled.. I didn't use one of.." He gestured towards a box on the cabinet, full of things for Percival to use if the desire struck him. "But I did think of being filled, of it stretching, of being left..." He swallowed, and Newt pressed a kiss to the skin just above his nipple. Percival swallowed. "Of being left fucked out..." He wrapped the blanket over them both, a silent apology.

Newt smiled to himself and squeezed his hand.
"I see. Well, it's getting late..."
Percival nodded and wrapped the blankets around them both. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep while Newt was still planning silently.
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Newt had always been good at organisation, good at putting into place whatever it was that he wanted. And with the motivation of making Percival smile, of giving him a memorable evening, it had been simple to put things into place.

He climbed out of the case after taking care of the creatures, to find Percival working hard at his desk. He walked over, and gently kissed his cheek.
"Hey handsome."
"Hey..." Percival smiled and returned the kiss. "You look happy."
"I... I wanted to talk to you about something." Newt answered, settling down on the edge of Percival's desk so that he could face Percival. He swung his legs from side to side and smiled.
"What is it?" Percival asked, turning back to his report.

"I've got a plan for this weekend, if that's alright?" Newt asked softly. "A special treat... I've hired a hotel room for you. For us?"
"A hotel room?" Percival asked, frowning a little and looking up towards Newt. "You don't have to do anything, you know that. I like what we've got."
"I know." Newt smiled, glad that Percival was happy to trust him on this, while still respecting Newt's own needs. "I wasn't planning on doing anything with you that I wasn't comfortable with."

"What were you planning on doing?" Percival asked softly.
"Come with me to the hotel?" Newt responded, and Percival smiled.
"Of course."
"Well, we can do that." Newt explained. "We can see whether you like my plan. And if either of us aren't comfortable, we can back out, how does that sound?"
Percival nodded slowly, and leaned in for a kiss.

Newt was happy to indulge him with that kiss. He looked forward to the weekend. He wanted to spoil Percival. He loved Percival more than he could ever say, and good planning and trust would let him give Percival what he wanted while staying true to himself.

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"This is a nice room...." Percival looked around the hotel with a smile. Newt was pleased as well, his gaze driven to the large bed in the middle of the room. It looked soft, comfortable. That was good. Newt nodded, and laid down on the bed, holding his arms out for Percival to cuddle up. Percival cuddled up quickly, and Newt smiled.

"So, do I get to find out what my surprise is yet?" Percival asked, chuckling a little. Newt paused and nodded.
"Not a what." Newt answered. "A who."
"Who?" Percival frowned a little, but he didn't pull away.

"I've been thinking about what you said." Newt said softly. "About being filled. Being fucked out-" The noise Percival made in response to that comment was animal, and Newt was glad to know he could drive that sort of response from his lover.
"I said you didn't have to-"
"I won't be. But I spoke to Queenie, and she told me...well, a lot of people at MACUSA think you are handsome. A lot of people there like you. Now, obviously the aurors are out of bounds. They work for you. It wouldn't be appropriate. But not everyone in MACUSA works for you. Stewert Hales and James Abernathy both work in the wand registry, and would both be more than interested in spending some time with you. They agreed that they would never reveal what happens, and Queenie says we can trust them. They want to take care of you. If you'd like that?"

Percival's eyes lit up hopefully, and there was a pause before he nodded, swallowing thickly.
"Are you alright with it?"
"I'd want to be there." Newt said determinedly. "I'd want to watch you. To see that you enjoy it. Any time either of us want it to stop, it stops."
"Then yes." Percival said softly. "I would like that a lot."
Newt chuckled and sent a spark of energy beneath the door, informing the two waiting wizards that Percival had agreed.

They walked in side by side, smiling at Percival. There was a hint of nervousness in Abernathy's eyes, and he bowed slightly.
"Director..."
"I'm intending to have your cock in my ass Abernathy. You can call me Percival." Percival answered with abruptness, making Abernathy blush slightly and Newt laugh.

Newt settled down on the bed cushions, watching as Abernathy and Hales both shed their jackets and shirts.
"So... uh... Percival..." Abernathy stumbled a little over the name. "How are we doing this?"
Percival glanced up at Newt, who chuckled and nodded.
"Tell them. This is for you Percival. I just want to see you enjoying your gift."

"I want you in me... I want..." He swallowed. "Abernathy, like I said, I want you in my ass. Hales, I want to suck you off. If... if that's alright with you."

All three of the actively participating wizards seemed to respond to Percival's words, and Newt smiled proudly, reaching over to unbutton Percival's shirt. When that was done, he pushed Percival forwards, towards the waiting wizards.
"His nipples are sensitive." He informed them, and was rewarded by Hales leaning in to lick over Percival's chest as Abernathy pulled down Percival's pants and underwear.

"It's been a while for him." Newt said, his voice firm, a faint smile playing on his lips. "So you're going to have to be gentle and take it slowly. I don't want him hurt."

He watched as Percival leaned in to nuzzle at Hales' crotch, Abernathy reverently spreading Percival's legs and beginning the process of fingering him open. He watched as Percival opened his mouth, to lick at Hales' cock when it was exposed. He moved, resting his hand on the small of Percival's back.
"You're doing well..." He murmured. Percival moaned enthusiastically at that praise, seeming to draw strength from those words. He was happy to give him that comfort, to continue to murmur reassurance as Percival was fingered open, Abernathy pushing inside. The noises made were muffled now, but there was no way he could miss the expression of ecstasy on Percival's face, the way he gasped and moaned, lavishing attention on the tip of Hales' cock as he was thrust into by Abernathy. "That's it beautiful." Newt murmured, admiring how Percival's face looked like that, the bliss that was in his eyes. He was proud that Percival was doing this, and he didn't hesitate to tell him.

It was Percival who came first, climaxing across the bedsheets. Abernathy seemed to follow suit a moment later, and then Hales. They both backed away. It had been agreed that they were there for what Newt couldn't provide, and Newt was more than capable of handling the cuddling. A wave of a wand removed any mess, and he settled into bed beside Percival, guiding him onto his back and nuzzling against his chest.

"Thank you both." Newt said softly, and Percival nodded at the two wizards. They left the room, leaving Newt and Percival tangled on freshly spelled-clean sheets.
"That... that was the best gift ever..." Percival murmured, pulling Newt closer and peppering kisses across his face. "You are the most generous, kind hearted and amazing man that I have ever..." His voice trailed off, and Newt smiled at him, lips curving up a little.
"Do you want to know a secret?" He whispered, keeping his hand in contact with Percival's arm.
"Always." Percival answered.

Newt swallowed slightly.
"I might have asked Queenie for a little help, to make sure that the present was perfect-"
"I guessed that." Percival answered.
"Well..." Newt hesitated and then kissed his cheek. "That wasn't actually your present. Your present is quite similar, only, well... Queenie said your fantasies weren't quite like that."

Percival glanced up at him, his eyes wide with shock.
"What did Queenie tell you?"
"Queenie told me that there would be slightly more people involved. And a few other things. That we can do if you'd like..." Newt smiled. "Same rules apply. You want it to stop, it stops. I want it to stop, it stops. I keep a hand on you at all times." He leaned in, brushing his lips against Percival's ear. "So, do you want your present?"

Percival nodded.