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FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 6/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-21 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)He wasn't given much time to ruminate on this as Graves was moving in, biting at his lips, making a sound of triumph as Newt let his mouth fall open. He felt half-conquered by Graves' intensity, as though he were a fort to be scaled or a city to be cracked open. It was dizzying and Newt was gasping for breath when Graves finally let them both surface.
Newt knew on some level he should be reciprocating but all he could do was let his hands spasm uselessly on Graves' shoulder as the man bit his way down his neck, leaving a trail of marks that would make a nundu proud. A particularly sharp bite had Newt make a sound of protest, pulling away a little.
Graves made an inquisitive sound as he raised his mouth from Newt's shoulder and Newt smiled a little awkwardly. "Maybe - ah, maybe a little gentler?" He offered, and Graves blinked away some of his lust, pressing an apologetic kiss against Newt's jawline. He didn't seem particularly inclined to let Newt up from his position though and Newt conceded that with an internal shrug, far more interested now in getting his soul mate out of his admittedly attractive coat.
The buttons didn't seem to want to undo and Newt found himself swearing with unaccustomed fluency, lapsing into a one particularly virulent stream a German prisoner of war had taught him while they had waited for a hostage exchange. He was particularly unamused by Graves' surprised laughter, hiding his sullen pout against the side of his head.
"I believe I was promised a bed," he said, trying to reclaim some of his lost dignity. He didn't think he managed very well but at least it got Graves to pull away and unbutton his coat himself, still chuckling softly to himself.
"You were indeed, my own," Graves said, dropping his coat carelessly on the floor and stretching out to grasp Newt by the wrist. Newt frowned at the downed coat for a moment, feeling an odd sense of vertigo for a moment. It looked very out of place in this neatly ordered house.
He could hardly focus on neatness - or lack thereof - however, when he had an unfairly attractive soul mate tugging him along, crinkles of laughter still echoing at the corner of his eyes. They tumbled up the stairs, more like teens than adults as Graves finally shoved him into a room, pushed him backwards until he stumbled into a bed, flopping onto his back with a startled laugh.
"Your coat, my own," Graves said, nearly crawling across him to push at it. "Off, off."
"It's a little difficult with you on top of me," Newt said, "Don't think that's a complaint though, I'm rather enjoying it-" He contorted to avoid a chastising nip from Graves and laughed again, pushing him off. "If I'm stripping, I think I'm due the same favour from you," he said, dropping his hands to his buttons and moving with quick efficiency now he had a little space.
"Oh, naturally," Graves said with mock solemnity. "All should be fair in this, my own." He made no move to put action to his words though, instead rolling onto his front to admire Newt as he tugged his waistcoat off and made to work on his shirt.
"Graves," Newt warned with a light growl and then blinked at the flicker of discontent on his soul mate's face. It passed so quickly that he near thought he had imagined it.
"Perhaps I would prefer you to undress me," Graves said after a moment, a taunting smile on his face. "Would you do that for me, my own?" There was a roil to his magic, a clinging want that had Newt acting almost without thinking, pulling his shirt off and moving to trail a hand down Graves' neck.
"Well, it does depend," he said thoughtfully. "Are all your clothes as much of a nuisance as your coat? I don't think I'm quite up for that much of a battle, however great the reward at the end." He tugged at Graves' hair, angling in for a quick press of lips before he backed off to Graves' disgruntlement.
"Newton," Graves grumbled warningly and Newt laughed as he took his undershirt off, finally down to bare skin. He rotated his shoulders and then - teasingly - let Graves see a glimpse of black writing on his back before turning to face him again. He found himself taken aback by the mix of emotion, Graves' magic reaching up and out to him as if it could force him to turn around and show his back in full.
"My own," Graves said, almost as if to reassure himself. "My Newton." He reached out a hand and Newt bit at his lip. He wanted to tease, to insist on Graves baring himself first, to see his own name written over his soul mate's body but there was something almost vulnerable about him now that had him stilling his tongue.
"My Graves," he instead murmured back, using the same tone he would with one of his occamy chicks, soft and warm and friendly. "My Percival."
He wasn't expecting to be nearly pounced on, throwing his arms up in a shocked almost-defence as Graves man-handled him onto his stomach. There was a frozen silence that stretched on so long that Newt nearly doubted the name he had written on his back since his birth. "Graves?" He asked, pushing himself up slightly. A hand pushed him back down, then traced ever-so slowly over the 'G' on Newt's back.
"Newton," Graves whispered softly, his voice broken. "Oh, my Newton, my own." He was straddling Newt now, crawled on top of him to stare at his own name. He pressed a kiss at the top of Newt's spine reverently. "You have no idea," he whispered. "I never thought I'd see..." And he trailed off again.
Newt twisted to look up at Graves, heart almost breaking at the desperate need in his soul mate's voice. "I'm here now," he said softly. "You're here now." If he'd known that Graves had needed him so much he would have pushed Theseus far harder over his knowing smirks and hints. "Percival..."
"Mine," Graves nearly snarled and Newt blinked at the pillows.
"Yours," he agreed hastily and then, "Only..."
Graves' fingers turned from their delicate tracing to almost digging into the skin. "Only?" He asked and Newt wondered if he was imagining the dangerous note in his voice. He had to be imagining it.
"Only I'd quite like to see my name on you," he said, blushing as he did. "I wasn't joking when I said that you were far too dressed for my liking."
Graves paused and then pushed off his back, rocking back onto his knees. "Well then," he said, spreading his arms invitingly. "Why don't you come and find your mark?"
Newt looked at him, dishevelled and yet still in his waistcoat and shirt, still in his damned socks and shoes, and then scrambled up onto his knees. "Don't mind if I do," he said, ignoring the blush that had to have spread to his ears by that point.
"My own," Graves said fervently. "I would mind nothing that you do."
Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 6/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-21 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - OP
(Anonymous) 2016-12-22 02:30 am (UTC)(link)I particularly love how you add in all these little things that are only slightly suspicious on their own, hinting at the truth but never quite enough for Newt to put it together. It's ingenious!! A masterpiece I tell you!
Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 6/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-22 07:09 am (UTC)(link)