Prompt Post No. 1
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“Newton, honestly. We are using a condom or we're not doing this at all.” Newton sighs; he wasn't really up for the fight anyway.
“Fine,” Newton scowls, but it's small, and he reaches over to once again rummage in his beside table drawer. “But we're going to get tested for everything and the next time we do this, it'll be bare.” Hermann makes a noise that's half-incredulous, half-amusement. “I'm serious,” he grouses, slipping the plastic package into his waiting hand.
“Yes, thank you, darling,” Hermann teases, and Newton sucks in a sudden breath.
“Say that again,” he begs, voice cracking.
“Yes, thank you?” Hermann repeats, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
Sighing in frustration, Newton shakes his head urgently and fights the impulse to squeeze his eyes shut with embarrassment. “No, no - the other part.” Hermann smiles with sudden understanding, and settles his hands on Newton's hips.
“Darling,” he says the word carefully, as if he's testing the shape of it in his mouth, and Newton nods. “Darling,” he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss to the hollow of Newton's collar bones. Newton smiles shakily, something thrilling and indefinably warm uncurling in the pit of his belly. “Really, all the things I've said to you, and it's this that gets the biggest reaction. Darling.” Idly, he begins stroking the unbearably soft, inked skin under his fingers.
Newton shudders and Hermann latches onto his left clavicle, sucking a patch of skin into his mouth. His head drops back as he thread his fingers through Hermann's surprisingly soft hair. “Lift up a minute, darling,” he mumbles, drawing back just enough to be heard. His whole body trembles, Newton shifts onto his knees, and Hermann reaches between them to roll the condom over himself. “Ready?” He asks, his voice unsteady.
“Yeah,” Newton nods, gripping Hermann's shoulders, his eyes deadly serious behind his glasses. “You'll tell me if I hurt you?”
“I do believe that's my line,” Hermann laughs, though it's breathless and choked, as Newton sinks down, all too suddenly, onto Hermann's cock. “Good God, man, don't injure yourself!” Newton shakes his head rapidly, his eyes clenched shut and his muscles straining.
“No, no, it's fine. It's. Jesus. You're huge,” he gasps, pressing his forehead into his shoulder; Hermann lets out a sudden bark of laughter. He really is huge; it feels like he might split him in half. “Just. Give me a minute, okay?” Newton tries to inhale, but his breath comes out all shivery and unstable.
“Do you want to stop?” Hermann asks carefully, rubbing up and down his back with great, sweeping strokes of his hand. He sounds astonishingly calm, though his fingers are twitching against the sweaty flesh of Newton's neck, and his heart is pounding loudly enough to be heard in the sudden quiet of the room.
“Mmm, no. No way. Just, holy fucking shit. You feel way too good.” He stammers and Hermann sighs, peppering his collar bones and shoulders with small kisses, like punctuation marks on the ends of his thoughts. Newton shifts, rocking his hips experimentally, and hisses. “Okay. Okay,” he nods, “I'm okay. Are you okay?” He pauses, his eyes huge and shining, and Hermann smiles.
“I'm fine, darling,” he whispers, his accent thick enough that Newton can taste it in the air between them. “You're not hurt at all?” Newton shakes his head, rolling his hips so that Hermann catches a curse between his teeth.
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