Here it is, my first smut in a while. I hope OP will like it. If anyone is interested, the interview OP wrote about can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgaDVMhWmy4&feature=youtu.be
I hope you will enjoy yourself - Newt certainly will ;)
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From all things Newt had ever found in the niffler’s pouch, Percival’s leather belt was certainly the strangest one. The belt was black, but it had a nice, big, shining silver buckle – no wonder the niffler wanted it. The creature probably couldn’t separate the buckle from the rest of the belt and had decided to take it whole.
Newt took the belt into his hand. It was very heavy, heavier than Newt’s belts and very wide. Up close Newt could see it wasn’t black, but black with silver thread on its side. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing Percival’s belt, but normally he didn’t pay it any attention. That thing stood between him and getting Percival naked, so of course Newt was always only interested in getting rid of it.
Curious, Newt took a swing. The belt pulled his arm down with more force than Newt expected. He furrowed his brow. Why did Percival need such a heavy thing? Sure, it looked good, very classy (like all Percival’s clothes), but Newt couldn’t imagine wearing it every day. Weren’t belts supposed to be light, to keep trousers in place? With this one Newt’s trousers would fall down.
Unless this belt had other purposes? Maybe it had to be so big because… Well, Newt didn’t know why exactly, and it wasn’t as if Percival didn’t like a little bit of vanity once in a while. Also, one spell and the belt would weight ten times less, so its weight wasn’t that big of an issue.
Newt threw the belt up a few times, surprised by his own curiosity. It was only a belt. A nice looking one, yet a normal belt nonetheless. Every time it landed back in Newt’s hands it was making a little slapping sound, a very similar to the one (Newt felt embarrassment at that thought even if he was alone in the room) to the sound Percival’s palm was making against Newt’s ass.
Percival liked Newt’s ass. It hadn’t taken Newt long to figure that out. Almost every time when they were alone (and a few times when they weren’t which was both embarrassing, terrifying, and arousing) Percival’s hand would find a way to wind up on Newt’s bottom. Newt had lost count how many times his ass got smacked playfully while he had been bending down, tending to his creatures. It had happened a few times in the bed too – but those touches were quick and light, Newt almost didn’t feel them. It wasn’t as if… As if Percival would…
It was very, very inappropriate thought to think, but suddenly Newt was reminded about the time when that bastard wearing Percival’s face had been hitting him with curses. The swing he had been taking… How would it feel if Percival took a swing like that too? If his hand went down quickly, hard, hitting the belt against, perhaps (it was just a random example, Newt told himself) Newt’s ass and thighs? Would it be enough to make Newt scream? For how long would Percival keep the merciless tempo of beating Newt into oblivion?
Newt squirmed on the bed. His body was definitely interested in what he was thinking about Percival, all right.
“What are you doing?” Newt jumped, his eyes becoming wide like plates. He didn’t notice when Percival entered the room. “You haven’t found the niffler yet?”
“N-no, I did it.” Newt pointed at the case at his feet. They had been in the basement, tidying it up when they had noticed that the niffler escaped. “I am just checking what he stole.”
Percival hummed, leaning against the doorframe. His gaze fell on the belt Newt was holding and then up, to Newt’s red face (Newt didn’t need a mirror to know that his cheeks were red like tomato) and then back to the belt. He smirked.
“And you decided to play with this?” Percival pointed at the belt with his chin, amused by something. Gulping, Newt put the belt down quickly.
“I was just thinking it was nice looking that’s all. Heavy too.” Newt didn’t like the smirk on Percival’s face, nor did he like the way that man started to walk towards him. Like a predator zeroing on a prey (and Newt had experience in recognizing such things). New suddenly felt like running away from that hot, smoldered gaze. “Aren’t you afraid your pants will fall down? I have a few belts you could wear or we could buy you a new one, because –”
Percival stood in front of him and Newt quickly stopped his babbling. He was good at observing creatures (it was in his job description), but he didn’t know what to think about Percival now. The man was observing Newt with curiosity and badly hidden lust, switching between Newt’s face and the belt. Could he be thinking…?
“Tell me, Newt,” Percival whispered, bending down. He was talking straight into Newt’s ear, his fingers running up and down, slightly, teasingly, along Newt’s inner thigh close enough to almost touch the tale telling bulge in Newt’s pants. “What were you thinking about?”
“Um, nothing? Honestly, it was nothing!” More embarrassed than ever, Newt raised his hands and shook his head, playing innocent. “I don’t know what are you talki—”
“Do you really?” Percival murmured, catching Newt’s hands. He leaned closer, his smell and warmth making Newt whine low in this throat. He wasn’t used to… to this: to having another human being wanting him, touching him, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. So far Newt hadn’t been able to resist when Percival got so close like now. “I bought this belt, because I liked how it felt in my hand. The material is nice, don’t you think?”
Percival was looking into Newt’s eyes and Newt couldn’t turn away. He nodded, stopping another whine. Seeing that Percival’s smirk deepened. Then gently, he pushed Newt back, practically sitting on Newt’s hips, who instinctively thrusted them up. Newt’s hard cock (he had been hard since he started thinking about that belt marking his skin and Percival’s behaviour hadn’t helped him) hit against an equal hardness and Newt’s breath hitched in his throat while Percival almost purred in content.
“Would you like to feel more of it, Newt?” Percival asked, somehow breathless. His gaze was taking in whatever picture Newt was presenting, his eyes gleaming like incandescent coal. “One word, Newt.” Percival let go of Newt’s hand; his palm was now stroking Newt’s hip, his fingers sliding between the bed and Newt’s ass to massage it. “Do you want it? You know,” he said in conversational tone of voice as if they were talking at the dinner not at the verge of having sexual intercourse. “I think you like when I touch your bottom, Newt.”
Percival leaned down, lying on Newt’s chest. They were grinding their hips against each other, Percival’s hand almost painfully squeezing the cheek of Newt’s ass. Newt was panting, gripping at Percival’s shirt; Percival was so close that all Newt needed to do to kiss him was to rise his head a little…
Suddenly, Percival’s teeth were at his throat, kissing it and biting, while Percival started to thrust against Newt in short, hard thrusts. Newt moaned aloud, spreading his legs and thrusting his hips up, to match Percival’s rhythm.
“Tell me you want this, Newt.” Percival’s voice was hot, alluring like a vela dancing in the moonlight. “Newt, please, let me…” More biting and licking at the tender skin of his neck and Newt thought he was going crazy. Without thinking, Newt grabbed Percival’s hair and yanked the man’s head up. He then kissed him hard, demanding, for all this teasing, for making Newt feel as if he had a fever, for making him crave what Percival was promising him without saying it aloud even once.
“Yes,” Newt breathed, letting go of Percival’s mouth but not before biting at his bottom lip and then soothing it with lick of his tongue. “Yes, Percival, please…” Newt wiggled under the warm body above him, frustrated; thrusting against Percival was too little to give him release and his cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. Blindly, Newt reached for the belt and thrusted it right into Percival’s face. “Do it… make it hurt,” he asked, proud that his voice sounded steady and calm.
Percival stopped thrusting against Newt – Newt almost screamed in frustration – an oddly sober expression on his face. Fingers slid through Newt’s hair before Percival took the belt from him.
“We will stop if you say so.” The gentle kiss Newt received was a complete surprise. “Remember that.”
Not even a minute ago they had been rutting against themselves like two animals in heat and now Percival was melting Newt’s heart. That man was going to kill him one day.
Of course Newt already knew they would stop, Percival hadn’t need to tell him that. Yet, for some reason, it was still good to hear that.
Giving Percival’s jaw his own gentle kiss, Newt asked, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed again:
“How do you want me?”
Percival’s eyes shined and he smiled mischievously, when he moved the belt alongside of Newt’s face, who suddenly had problems with remembering how to breathe.
Pretty intense wand technique 1/2
I hope you will enjoy yourself - Newt certainly will ;)
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From all things Newt had ever found in the niffler’s pouch, Percival’s leather belt was certainly the strangest one. The belt was black, but it had a nice, big, shining silver buckle – no wonder the niffler wanted it. The creature probably couldn’t separate the buckle from the rest of the belt and had decided to take it whole.
Newt took the belt into his hand. It was very heavy, heavier than Newt’s belts and very wide. Up close Newt could see it wasn’t black, but black with silver thread on its side. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing Percival’s belt, but normally he didn’t pay it any attention. That thing stood between him and getting Percival naked, so of course Newt was always only interested in getting rid of it.
Curious, Newt took a swing. The belt pulled his arm down with more force than Newt expected. He furrowed his brow. Why did Percival need such a heavy thing? Sure, it looked good, very classy (like all Percival’s clothes), but Newt couldn’t imagine wearing it every day. Weren’t belts supposed to be light, to keep trousers in place? With this one Newt’s trousers would fall down.
Unless this belt had other purposes? Maybe it had to be so big because… Well, Newt didn’t know why exactly, and it wasn’t as if Percival didn’t like a little bit of vanity once in a while. Also, one spell and the belt would weight ten times less, so its weight wasn’t that big of an issue.
Newt threw the belt up a few times, surprised by his own curiosity. It was only a belt. A nice looking one, yet a normal belt nonetheless. Every time it landed back in Newt’s hands it was making a little slapping sound, a very similar to the one (Newt felt embarrassment at that thought even if he was alone in the room) to the sound Percival’s palm was making against Newt’s ass.
Percival liked Newt’s ass. It hadn’t taken Newt long to figure that out. Almost every time when they were alone (and a few times when they weren’t which was both embarrassing, terrifying, and arousing) Percival’s hand would find a way to wind up on Newt’s bottom. Newt had lost count how many times his ass got smacked playfully while he had been bending down, tending to his creatures. It had happened a few times in the bed too – but those touches were quick and light, Newt almost didn’t feel them. It wasn’t as if… As if Percival would…
It was very, very inappropriate thought to think, but suddenly Newt was reminded about the time when that bastard wearing Percival’s face had been hitting him with curses. The swing he had been taking… How would it feel if Percival took a swing like that too? If his hand went down quickly, hard, hitting the belt against, perhaps (it was just a random example, Newt told himself) Newt’s ass and thighs? Would it be enough to make Newt scream? For how long would Percival keep the merciless tempo of beating Newt into oblivion?
Newt squirmed on the bed. His body was definitely interested in what he was thinking about Percival, all right.
“What are you doing?” Newt jumped, his eyes becoming wide like plates. He didn’t notice when Percival entered the room. “You haven’t found the niffler yet?”
“N-no, I did it.” Newt pointed at the case at his feet. They had been in the basement, tidying it up when they had noticed that the niffler escaped. “I am just checking what he stole.”
Percival hummed, leaning against the doorframe. His gaze fell on the belt Newt was holding and then up, to Newt’s red face (Newt didn’t need a mirror to know that his cheeks were red like tomato) and then back to the belt. He smirked.
“And you decided to play with this?” Percival pointed at the belt with his chin, amused by something.
Gulping, Newt put the belt down quickly.
“I was just thinking it was nice looking that’s all. Heavy too.” Newt didn’t like the smirk on Percival’s face, nor did he like the way that man started to walk towards him. Like a predator zeroing on a prey (and Newt had experience in recognizing such things). New suddenly felt like running away from that hot, smoldered gaze. “Aren’t you afraid your pants will fall down? I have a few belts you could wear or we could buy you a new one, because –”
Percival stood in front of him and Newt quickly stopped his babbling. He was good at observing creatures (it was in his job description), but he didn’t know what to think about Percival now. The man was observing Newt with curiosity and badly hidden lust, switching between Newt’s face and the belt. Could he be thinking…?
“Tell me, Newt,” Percival whispered, bending down. He was talking straight into Newt’s ear, his fingers running up and down, slightly, teasingly, along Newt’s inner thigh close enough to almost touch the tale telling bulge in Newt’s pants. “What were you thinking about?”
“Um, nothing? Honestly, it was nothing!” More embarrassed than ever, Newt raised his hands and shook his head, playing innocent. “I don’t know what are you talki—”
“Do you really?” Percival murmured, catching Newt’s hands. He leaned closer, his smell and warmth making Newt whine low in this throat. He wasn’t used to… to this: to having another human being wanting him, touching him, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. So far Newt hadn’t been able to resist when Percival got so close like now. “I bought this belt, because I liked how it felt in my hand. The material is nice, don’t you think?”
Percival was looking into Newt’s eyes and Newt couldn’t turn away. He nodded, stopping another whine. Seeing that Percival’s smirk deepened. Then gently, he pushed Newt back, practically sitting on Newt’s hips, who instinctively thrusted them up. Newt’s hard cock (he had been hard since he started thinking about that belt marking his skin and Percival’s behaviour hadn’t helped him) hit against an equal hardness and Newt’s breath hitched in his throat while Percival almost purred in content.
“Would you like to feel more of it, Newt?” Percival asked, somehow breathless. His gaze was taking in whatever picture Newt was presenting, his eyes gleaming like incandescent coal. “One word, Newt.” Percival let go of Newt’s hand; his palm was now stroking Newt’s hip, his fingers sliding between the bed and Newt’s ass to massage it. “Do you want it? You know,” he said in conversational tone of voice as if they were talking at the dinner not at the verge of having sexual intercourse. “I think you like when I touch your bottom, Newt.”
Percival leaned down, lying on Newt’s chest. They were grinding their hips against each other, Percival’s hand almost painfully squeezing the cheek of Newt’s ass. Newt was panting, gripping at Percival’s shirt; Percival was so close that all Newt needed to do to kiss him was to rise his head a little…
Suddenly, Percival’s teeth were at his throat, kissing it and biting, while Percival started to thrust against Newt in short, hard thrusts. Newt moaned aloud, spreading his legs and thrusting his hips up, to match Percival’s rhythm.
“Tell me you want this, Newt.” Percival’s voice was hot, alluring like a vela dancing in the moonlight. “Newt, please, let me…” More biting and licking at the tender skin of his neck and Newt thought he was going crazy.
Without thinking, Newt grabbed Percival’s hair and yanked the man’s head up. He then kissed him hard, demanding, for all this teasing, for making Newt feel as if he had a fever, for making him crave what Percival was promising him without saying it aloud even once.
“Yes,” Newt breathed, letting go of Percival’s mouth but not before biting at his bottom lip and then soothing it with lick of his tongue. “Yes, Percival, please…” Newt wiggled under the warm body above him, frustrated; thrusting against Percival was too little to give him release and his cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. Blindly, Newt reached for the belt and thrusted it right into Percival’s face. “Do it… make it hurt,” he asked, proud that his voice sounded steady and calm.
Percival stopped thrusting against Newt – Newt almost screamed in frustration – an oddly sober expression on his face. Fingers slid through Newt’s hair before Percival took the belt from him.
“We will stop if you say so.” The gentle kiss Newt received was a complete surprise. “Remember that.”
Not even a minute ago they had been rutting against themselves like two animals in heat and now Percival was melting Newt’s heart. That man was going to kill him one day.
Of course Newt already knew they would stop, Percival hadn’t need to tell him that. Yet, for some reason, it was still good to hear that.
Giving Percival’s jaw his own gentle kiss, Newt asked, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed again:
“How do you want me?”
Percival’s eyes shined and he smiled mischievously, when he moved the belt alongside of Newt’s face, who suddenly had problems with remembering how to breathe.
“Let me show you.”