Newt is appreciative but shy, mentally compares it to all of the mating rituals he's ever seen between his creatures. He thinks about the human couples he knows who are so sweet together, and wants that for himself. He's never been pursued like this before before. This alpha is sternly handsome, responsible, and serious about him. Graves is a well-respected wizard, who's supportive of his passions and clearly adores him, accepting his flaws and never comparing him to his brother or to anyone else.
When they actually mate, Graves makes him very comfortable, and is gentle at first, but then takes him.
Afterwards, Newt is satisfied, secure, well-loved, but a little shocked from being mounted like an animal, and enjoying it as much as he did. He was an omega cliche, with his hips lifted high and back arched, moaning loud encouragement as he was mated. Unsatisfied with just one round, Graves had fucked him until he nearly passed out from pleasure, and had clearly enjoyed the act of pleasing his omega.
And it's always like this afterwards. Graves wants him, Newt realizes, moaning as he's thoroughly bred each morning and evening, and during the day if his alpha can get away from work. He always smells like Graves, and with very intimate places always sensitive, he can never stop thinking about his mate. He's shocked by how right it all feels, when Graves comes home and kisses him first on the mouth, then on his bared throat, scenting him. He has his arms wrapped around his alpha, encouraging him closer.
Some embarrassment on Newt's part (he's surprised to feel any) on the visceral knowledge (which he has known and thought he'd always accepted) of how similar humans are to his creatures, and in particular how he became even closer to this knowledge, through his loving alpha's very welcome carnal attentions.
Graves/Newt, omega Newt being courted by alpha Graves
When they actually mate, Graves makes him very comfortable, and is gentle at first, but then takes him.
Afterwards, Newt is satisfied, secure, well-loved, but a little shocked from being mounted like an animal, and enjoying it as much as he did. He was an omega cliche, with his hips lifted high and back arched, moaning loud encouragement as he was mated. Unsatisfied with just one round, Graves had fucked him until he nearly passed out from pleasure, and had clearly enjoyed the act of pleasing his omega.
And it's always like this afterwards. Graves wants him, Newt realizes, moaning as he's thoroughly bred each morning and evening, and during the day if his alpha can get away from work. He always smells like Graves, and with very intimate places always sensitive, he can never stop thinking about his mate. He's shocked by how right it all feels, when Graves comes home and kisses him first on the mouth, then on his bared throat, scenting him. He has his arms wrapped around his alpha, encouraging him closer.
Some embarrassment on Newt's part (he's surprised to feel any) on the visceral knowledge (which he has known and thought he'd always accepted) of how similar humans are to his creatures, and in particular how he became even closer to this knowledge, through his loving alpha's very welcome carnal attentions.