Hewt (ship)/NSFW

==AGASTOPIA==
2027; Puanga-Rua, New Zealand
===NEWT===
“I think I love this part of you most—except for your brain, of course. Right here.”
Newt marks the spot with a kiss.
“No one else has a shoulder like this, muscles like these, Hermann.”
Another kiss.
“I wish you could see it like I do. The motion is absolute poetry.” Newt trails his lips along the curve of the wing's anchoring muscles and slips his fingers deep into the soft feathers.
Hermann purrs and slowly flexes his wing, smirking as Newt's breath hitches. He rolls his hips between Newt's thighs and Newt's heart skips and hops.
Newt separates himself from Hermann's back. “Oh god. Now you're just messing with me, you jerk.”
The pillow nearly swallows Hermann's answer. “Perhaps I'm inviting you to do more than kiss.”
“Oh really.” Newt leans forward again and nuzzles Hermann's shoulder. “Okay. You win. Get naked.”
“My, you are the very soul of romance.”
“Don't you know it.”
===HERMANN===
“Dude! That tickles!” Newt squirms where Hermann pins him against the wall.
Hermann noses Newt's neck and huffs.
“Seriously!” He pushes the other man lightly in the chest. “I'm totally for displays of affection, especially physical ones, but your eyelashes—”
Hermann mumbles unintelligibly against his skin and Newt dissolves into helpless giggles.
“I can't breathe, Hermann! Stop! Please!”
Relenting, Hermann pulls away. “My apologies. I let myself be carried away. I especially enjoy this part”—he traces the curve between Newt's shoulder and throat with a thin finger—“of you.”
Newt shivers. “Haah. We need to find you a way appreciate me without cutting off the oxygen to my brain.”
“Maybe I need only approach from a different angle.”
“Yeeeeah … that's more like it. Feel free to keep doing that.”
“Oh, I do.”
==Position==
He’s at his most gorgeous like this: blushing, wings spread and trembling, nearly out of breath, and laughing.
===Text===
The blush across Hermann’s chest is absolutely glorious.
Well, not quite as glorious as the breathy ‘Ah!’ which escapes him with every movement of your hips, but … yeah … you’re not complaining. Not at all. Nope.
Sitting on the edge of the desk, he wraps his legs loosely around your waist and the wiry muscles of his arms stand out as he braces himself against your thrusts. You grip the points of his hips tightly to help him maintain his position and you really, really want him to maintain that position because, holy shit, it’s so working for both of you.
Hermann brushes the tips of his feathers over your hands and arms and the touch sends pleasant shivers up and down your spine. Your brain serves up that panel in Watchmen where Doctor Manhattan multiplies himself while fooling around with Silk Spectre and you giggle.
Having a boyfriend with extra limbs is awesome.
Hermann lets his head loll back, opening his long, pale throat for your taking as he pants and ‘ah!’s. Oh god. You can’t reach—he’s too damn tall perched there while you’re standing on the floor—so you settle for teasing one of his nipples with your tongue and nearly stop to grin when the pitch of his sounds jumps half an octave in response. Like a good scientist, you repeat the action hoping for a repeat reaction. You smirk after your mouth pulls another, louder, higher cry out of him.
You gasp as he tightens his legs around you, pushing you deeper inside him. He moans and dear god you can’t hold out much longer. You mumble a warning and press your face against his collarbone as you jerk through your final few thrusts. He leans forward enough for his warm breath and whimpers to caress your ear and you come, stars behind your eyelids and your whole body shaking.
He whines when you pull out of him and start to slump to the floor on your now-boneless legs, but he threads his arms under your shoulders and holds you against his chest. His wings move slowly, fanning cool air across your heated, sweaty skin.
"Just … just let me … catch my breath," you wheeze.
"Don’t rest too long or I’ll have to take matters into my own hands," he purrs, his voice roughened by your exertions.
That does it.
You wiggle out of his grip and drop to your knees—mentally high-fiving yourself for your foresight in pre-positioning a pillow—and take his cock in your mouth before he can react to your change in position.
Going straight for the kill, you employ your tongue to tickle the spot halfway along his length you discovered last time you did this which should drive him perfectly wild.
It does.
His wings snap fully open and shake and the noise he makes is only a few decibels short of a real scream. You hum in approval and Hermann manages only a squeak—and an adorable one at that—before he comes. You swallow, release him, and lean back to examine your handiwork.
He’s at his most gorgeous like this: blushing, wings spread and trembling, nearly out of breath, and laughing.
Of all possible post-orgasm responses, Hermann laughs.
Every. Time.
That’s the best part of sex with Hermann. Besides the awesome sex, of course. He’s completely adorable when he laughs and he almost looks like a completely different person. You’ll ponder how that’s possible later, but right now what both of you need is a nap.
Which reminds you of one of the other great things about Hermann. His hollow bones make him light enough for even little-bitty you to scoop up and carry across the house. You only need to make it from the reading nook to the other side of the room this time. Piece of cake.
You gather him up and for once he’s too wiped out to protest as you hold him, bridal-style, against your chest and make your way to the bed. Immediately after you gently set him down on his favorite side, he rolls onto his belly and spreads his wings, letting one droop over the edge of the mattress. Before you can count to three, he’s sound asleep.
Your eyes desperately want to close, too, but you manage a quick sketch of the relaxed curve of his shoulder peeking out from the sweep of his wing. Finished, you tuck the notepad and pen under your pillow and join Hermann in sleep.
==Touch==
It's been a while since I've had time alone. He allows himself a mischievous smile of the sort few have seen since his childhood.
===Meta===
(Originally posted here.)
For otachistongue.
Because I was still feeling indebted and because I needed to be fair to the other half of my OTP.
Music to set the mood: the Au Pairs, "Sex Without Stress", Sense and Sensuality, Track 2.
===Text===
As he leaves the room for the last of the Hong Kong Shatterdome's infamous poker nights (where he will inevitably lose much more than he will win) Newt stops behind Hermann (who was banned from the game years earlier by Marshal Xiong's order after he won all of the participants' coffee vouchers five weeks running) as he hunches over his desk annotating the most recent environmental survey of their soon-to-be-occupied island. Newt runs his warm fingers through the down along Hermann's spine ending the motion between his shoulder blades, gently parting the feathers and brushing his skin. Hermann shivers and growls a reminder to Newt how little he appreciates that particular type of physical contact.
Hermann hears Newt's defiant snort the instant before the man repeats the action, this time dragging his fingertips from from Hermann's hairline to the small of his back. He shudders again, arms coming out in goosebumps as his wings flare. He snarls again and Newt waves and laughs as he saunters out the door.
Infuriating little man, he reminds himself. My infuriating little man. He smiles and the astonished, warm feeling which invades his heart when he thinks of Newt surfaces. He shuts down the reader on his tablet with a sigh and closes his eyes. My little man, he thinks again.
He bows his head and passes his hand over the same feathers Newt touched earlier, tickling the very tips like a gentle breeze. His wings open and shift, seeking lift, and his stomach flutters.
Ah. It's been a while since I've had time alone. He allows himself a mischievous smile of the sort few have seen since his childhood.
Hermann removes himself to the bathroom and locks the door. He starts the shower, turning it up just shy of as hot as he can stand and then takes his time stripping off his clothes. His shoulders and vertebrae pop as he stretches his arms over his head. He luxuriously extends his wings and the last few primaries bend as they press against the walls of the small space.
He steps cautiously into the shower, mindful of his footing, and allows the steamy air to wrap itself around him. The swirling mist pushes and pulls gently at his feathers, even the down between his wings.
To Hermann the warm, moist air on his nape becomes Newt's breath and he inhales deeply through his nose, preparing himself. He moans quietly as Newt runs his strong hands down Hermann's sides before allowing them to linger on the points of his hips before sliding to meet in the small of his back and returning. Hermann flexes his wings to caress Newt's forearms with his primaries and smiles at the surprised noise which escapes him.
Another change in the air currents along his spine warns Hermann as Newt closes the gap between them, bringing his hips—and his erection—into contact with Hermann's ass. Hermann groans and pushes back into his partner's hardness and is rewarded with a series of whimpers from Newt's throat which goes directly to his groin.
Hermann's hand twitches toward his hardening cock, but he wills himself to wait, allowing himself to become almost painfully hard as Newt breathes heavily on his shoulder and grinds against him.
He braces a forearm against the wall of the shower for support and leans forward to rest his head on it.
Newt presses his chest to Hermann's back, bringing as much of their flesh as possible into contact. His hands wander from Hermann's hips, down the ticklish backs of his legs, gently across the top of his wrecked knee, before softly trailing his fingertips along the inside of his thighs, leaving Hermann gasping. He responds with a low whine when Newt digs his fingers into the sensitive skin hidden beneath his secondary coverts near the the base of his wings and begins to rock against him in earnest.
The intensity of the sensation pushes his hand faster, impatient as he is to reach his climax. He strokes himself at a ruthless pace, his heart hammering against his hollow ribs.
Between pants, instructs Newt to hurry himself along.
Hermann arches his back and throws his head back as he comes with a loud cry. His wings quiver at their full reach through his orgasm before sagging in relaxed satisfaction.
The sound nudges Newt over the edge and, afterward, he lies against Hermann's back, mumbling praise into his feathers.
Hermann fills his lungs with a great breath and giggles, even as his knee starts to ache. The sound grows until it becomes a full-bloomed laugh. His laughter keeps bubbling up as he steps fully under the hot water to clean himself and ease the soreness in his protesting joint.
==Sparks==
Newt is happy about his vivid imagination.
===Meta===
(Originally posted here.)
Set sometime after chapter 22 and "Brown".
For otachistongue.
Because they asked for porn and I owe them for friendship and fanart that regularly makes my day. I hope it's good enough.
Music to set the mood: the Au Pairs, "Instant Touch", Sense and Sensuality, Track 2.
===Text===
Newt pokes his head out the bathroom door at some ridiculous hour of the morning, toothbrush tucked in his cheek and the taste of Hermann's bizarre blueberry toothpaste in his mouth. Just enough light spills out over Newt's shoulder to ignite the colors of the still sleeping Hermann's hair (which is thankfully growing out of that godawful undercut into something decent) and plumage. In this glow, the spaces between the feathers show golden and the line of each vane and barb appears in sharp relief.
Then Newt remembers something vitally important: he's the only person on the planet who sees this. This sight is his alone. He blinks rapidly for a moment.
Newt stares at his co-pilot-boyfriend-partner-soulmate while the blueberry flavor on his tongue slowly turns sour.
Hermann's breathing stays steady, shoulders rising and falling gently, wings subtly flexing. The motion causes the light to spark off each feather.
If Hermann isn't the most gorgeous thing Newt has ever seen, he sure as hell can't concentrate well enough remember anything which can compete.
Newt wonders what colors and sparks his feathers would throw if Hermann was breathing hard, wings stretched and quivering. What quiet noises—whimpers, moans—he would make as Newt kissed the sensitive skin under his jaw applying the perfect amount of negative pressure to excite him without leaving marks Hermann would surely find embarrassing. How it would feel to have Hermann's elegant hand wrapped around ... .
Newt swallows and nearly chokes on the toothbrush he completely forgot about, thoroughly distracted by his fantasy. He steals another glance at Hermann lying peacefully on the bed—their bed—and his his heart rate jumps. He lets out a small, weak-kneed groan as he realizes he's getting hard.
I need to do something about this, he tells himself and ducks back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind with one hand while throwing the toothbrush in the general direction of the sink. His boxers hit the floor a moment later and the shower is on full blast and hot the moment after that. He all but dives in and leans back against the wall for support, not caring his glasses fog up almost instantly.
He conjures Hermann's chestnut brown eyes locked on his own, a blush across his cheekbones, his lips deep pink and parted as he gasps at each of Newt's kisses. Against him, Hermann's skin is surprisingly warm and when their lips meet Hermann tastes of caramel.
He wraps his arms beneath the places Hermann's wings meet his back, burying his fingers in his small scapular feathers and the soft down along his spine, using his grip to help support himself as he straddles Hermann's lap, careful not to rest too much weight on the man's fragile frame.
Hermann's slender fingers trace the swirls of Newt's ink as they travel down his abdomen. He makes a droll comment about yellow being his favorite color as he takes Newt's erection in his hand and begins to move, slowly and gently at first, quickly increasing in intensity.
The ghosts of Hermann's feathers brush the tops of his thighs as they move in short flicks and jerks, softly and pleasantly ticklish, as Hermann grinds against him as he keeps the same rhythm with his hips and his hand. Newt increases his pace and bites his lower lip to muffle the sounds he can't stop himself making.
With the hand not fisting Newt's cock, Hermann grips the short hairs on the back of Newt's neck, gently tugging his head back to expose his throat, which he teases with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Hermann's grip is firm and he varies the pressure along each stroke in the most precise and ... luscious way. Newt bites down even harder on his lip to smother the cries fighting to escape.
The droplets on his lenses refract Hermann's feathers into sparks of gold and copper, silver, iron gray, and bronze as they tremble with Hermann's every motion. The winged man huskily whispers against Newt's ear that he's close and comes, shuddering, against Newt's thigh with a quiet moan. He rests his forehead on Newt's shoulder and pants, but his hand on Newt's cock doesn't falter.
Newt's legs are shaking as he tries to hold on, make it last. He slows his strokes, but it's not enough; he's too close.
Newt resists a moment longer, but Hermann finds that one spot along his carotid with his teeth and it's over. His vision goes white and he comes with a wordless whine which trails off into a shaky, contented sigh.
Spent, his legs fold and drop him on the floor to catch his breath.
"That ...." he murmurs, "having that for real is definitely worth any wait."
== Show ==
Newt has a wet dream involving Hermann and a showy display of feathers and paillettes.
===Meta===
Originally posted here and here by curiumKingyo | burn-gormans-eyelashes.
===Text===
Newt usually knows when he is dreaming. It gets considerably easier after drifting with Hermann since most of his dreams are now in greyscale, sometimes with hints of colors or just really pale shades. This night, however, he dreams in black, white and red. 
In the dream he sits comfortably in a richly decorated room, the armchair was velvety under his palms and so soft he slowly sinks into it. There are empty tables around and a stage right in front of him. In the greyscale room the red curtains in the stage easily catch his attention. He wonders what this dream will turn out to be when music begins to play. It is a slow tune, with a strong compass and soft wind instruments . He couldn't recognize the piece but it makes him relax and smile. 
Suddenly the red curtains open, the folds twisting and billowing ostensibly as a spotlight shines on the middle of the stage. The music gets more complex, new instruments adding to the mood, the vibration of what could be a Theremin buzzing in the back. Right at the center of the stage a chair appears, pitch black with complex red emblazoning down its legs and in the cushions. He sits at the edge of the armchair, anticipating what is clearly about to happen. 
Then a different tapping sound mixes with the music. It doesn't actually fits the tempo yet seems somehow synchronized. He knows this staccato, his mouth goes dry and he waits patiently as the billowing curtains make way to what could only be a dream: Hermann with his wings fully open, peppered with red glitter and small jewels. His slim waist is cinched into an even more accentuated curve by a black corset, a shiny black frilly pantie covers his crotch and equally frilly stockings run up his legs. Newt's mouth fills with water as he watches Hermann crossing the stage and sumptuously sitting in the chair right in front of him. 
He spreads his wings to accommodate in the chair, the lights catching and reflecting off the red gems and glittery jewels woven among the feathers. He looks glorious like that, the arrogant expression on his face highlighted by smo ky black eye shadow and vibrant rouge over his high cheekbones. He sits and stares directly into Newt's eyes and watches as the smaller man licks his lips and parts his legs a bit to allow some room to his growing erection. Hermann raises an eyebrow at this and places his cane between wide spread thighs, Newt's eyes glide down the perked calves and finds he is wearing shiny red vinyl high heels. A small whimper leaves his lips and he grips the arms of the chair tightly. 
Hermann clears his throat and Newt looks back at his face. The music is faster now, the vibrating sounds louder, buzzing into Newt's skin and burrowing into his bones. Hermann's wings shiver, light bouncing off the jewels and glossy feathers like small crystals in the air. They rise as high as they can and as the music drops dramatically to a silent compass they fall too, Hermann's entire upper body collapses as he brings his torso down between wide open legs. His cane slides between the chair legs, the prima ry feathers touching the grey floor. He stays like that for a moment, back rising with forced breath as Newt watches, enraptured. 
The music swells back to life and so does Hermann. The very tips of his wings begin to move, the motion rippling through the feathery limbs and reaching his shoulders. He rolls them, allowing the motion to shift his pale skin over the taut muscles of his back, slowly rising back to a sitting position. He snaps his legs closed, thrusting the cane forward in Newt's direction. 
Newt swallows and shivers, hand wondering down to squeeze his trapped erection. Hermann gives him a knowing glance and puts the cane aside, holding it with an extended arm. His body shifts slightly to the left and he brings one leg up, resting the heel on his bent knee , allowing the other hand to roam up his leg. He actually gropes his ass a bit and even from the distance Newt could see the goose bumps rising in his skin. 
He leans back, holding his weight on the cane and bringing his legs up until his back is parallel to the floor and his legs form a perfect square angle with his torso. His wings seem like a feathery cape, drap ed around him with rich shades of steel grey and glistening red spots. His legs move to the rhythm of the music, open and close, bend and extend, scissor and stop following the compass. 
His wings beat and he sits up abruptly, once more allowing his torso to fall forward. There are glistening sweat drops collecting on his exposed back and shoulders and Newt wants to lick them but he knows the dream's rules: you try to control it and it slips away. So he takes what his mind plans on giving him. 
Hermann stands up slowly, wings moving as if being caressed by a breeze. He walks around the chair and stand s behind it, back turned to Newt. H is whole body sways seductively, wings and shoulders rolling, hips budging in tandem. He glances back, eyes fixing Newt's as he licks his lips and beckons at him. 
Newt scrambles to his feet and almost falls trying to get up the stage. Hermann turns around and face him, elbows resting over the back rest, chin propped up his fist. He eyes the chair meaningfully and Newt obediently sits there, the spotlight shining hotly over him, bringing perspiration to his forehead and temples. 
Hermann's hand rest upon Newt's shoulder and he squeezes a bit before leaning over him and kissing his jaw slowly. Newt watches their shadow as Hermann's wings fold over them, showering him with red glitter. He cards his hands through the smooth feathers, enjoying the shiver the motion causes. He does it again, catching a small jewel that was slipping from its place between the grey plumage. 
Hermann brings his cane up and places it between Newt's half opened legs. He purrs and presses the polished wood against Newt's erection causing the smaller man to groan and shiver. He bites his lips and throws his head against Hermann's chest exposing his throat and face. Hermann kisses his sweaty brow and gives him an upside down kiss. 
The music begins to fade and Hermann's presence gets less solid when it was once as firm as a rock against his back, his eyes flutter open and he notices the red bleeding into other colors all around him. He groans in frustration and tries to focus on this dream, focus on the music and the smooth wood under his hands. He concentrates on the glitter still falling from Hermann's wings, tiny rubies raining over him and in the beautiful curve of Hermann's seductive smile. But it all begins to fade, except for the insistent rubbing and pressing against his swollen cock... 
He wakes up groaning and shivering, his body far more awake than his mind. Small tendrils of dream still cling to his eyes and when he looks down and sees Hermann there he can almost see the rouge on his face. Except it isn't rouge, it is a deep blush that trails down his cheeks and reach his neck and up to his ears. He smiles at Newt and his eyes are shiny and soft. 
"Did I woke you up?" He asks, voice rough and low. Newt frowns and suddenly notices that the pressure on his groin remains, his breath hitches and Hermann smiles deviously at him. "You were having a dream..." 
Newt keens and wraps his arms around Hermann's body, pressing his slim form against him. Hermann makes a very cute surprised sound and opens his wings to keep his balance over Newt. They smile into each other's mouth and Newt is very pleased to find that Hermann is as hard as he is. One of his hands grip the base of his wing and the other roam his still clothed body, pressing into the pajama pants and gripping the hot erection there. 
He swallows Hermann's moan and nuzzles his face lovingly. They move and press in a rhythm of their own, breathes min gling and mouths meeting in sloppy kisses. Newt, still flushed and worked up from the dream, doesn't last too long, spilling between their hot bodies with a shuddering gasp. 
Hermann laughs breathily and lets go of Newt's cock to brace himself against the wall. He thrusts against the slick mess of Newt's stomach, his own erection pressed between their flushed skin. Newt grips his hips firmly and grinds their crotches together, whimpering when it proves to be too much to his oversensitive cock. Hermann keeps rutting and grinding for a little longer but soon enough he too releases his pleasure with a soundless cry. 
They remain silent, lovingly caressing each other 's damp skin and kissing messy strands of hair off each other's face. Newt is almost falling back asleep when Hermann pokes him in the chest. "What were you dreaming about?" He asks and it is clear that he knows the answer, the cocky bastard. 
"You." Newt replies honest ly , thumb gently brushing Hermann's high cheekbone. 
"Was it better than reality?" This time it is an honest question and Newt's heart squeezes in his chest. 
"Never." 
== Strip ==
"It's /weird—sleeping in a different bed after all this time. I mean, we've barely left the island since we got there—"
Wool blazer ('black').
Shrug it off.
Over the back of a chair it goes.
"—and we haven't been to a hotel since, when, 2021? Tokyo?"
Jumper ('maroon').
Tug it over your head.
Static teases your hair and shocks your attempt to smooth it.
Scowl.
Fold it onto the desk.
"Wait, there was Geneva. Remember how /awesome it felt to have a real mattress and decent sheets after /years of army crap?"
Tie ('Shakespeare blue').
Unknot.
Slide from under your collar.
Toss over the jacket.
"Are you /always this /slow undressing? At this rate, I'm gonna fall asleep before you get to your socks."
Shirt ('ivory').
One button.
Two buttons.
Three buttons.
"Do you /always have to /mess with me like this?"
Four buttons.
Five buttons.
Six buttons.
"/Hermann … "
Seven buttons.
Eight buttons.
Let it slide down your arms. 
"Dude, I changed my mind. Take /all the time you want. I could lie here and watch you strip /all /day. Or all night. Or /both. Whatever. /Yeah."
Roll your shoulders. 
Feel cool air across the feathers at the nape of your neck. 
"Have I mentioned your shoulders are /beautiful? Yes? /No? Consider it mentioned and your /excellent musculature and bone structure praised."
Unbutton your cuffs.
Ease one arm from a sleeve.
The other.
Fold and set aside.
"Oh /god ... You should turn this into an act. It's an /awesome show, I swear. The slow build 'cause
of all the layers is /amazing."
==Ink and Feather==
(Originally posted here by curiumKingyo.)
Newt runs out of paper so he uses Hermann as canvas.
.
Newt is not the best artist in the block and he is well aware of this, but the observational drawing classes back at college gave him some basic skills. His tattoos were designed by a friend but they were completely based on his sketches. He did a lot of sketching while working with the Kaiju and even before it he did scheme drawings for trinkets and machinery and even some cosplay props when he was a teen. All things taken in consideration, he takes drawing as a hobby and specially after fiding Hermann's wings he did a lot of it.
He is sitting on their bed, back against the wall as Hermann lies by his side on his stomach, working on an attempt at enviromental simulation. Hermann is an endless source of inspiration for him, the elegant curves of his body, the delicate colors of his skin, the ever changing texture of his wings... Newt could fill a whole library of sketchbooks on Hermann and him alone. With thoughs like this swirling fast in his head he flips the page on his notepad and begins to doodle. First he draws just a little curve, because Hermann's hair is sticking up in a very cute way, like an anime character and Newt wants to have that little swirl forever. Then he draws Hermann's eye for the umpteenth time, being extra careful not to overdo his already long and thick eyelashes.
Meanwhile, Hermann just lays there, feet tapping the edge of the mattress, completely unaware of being observed in such an attentive way. His hands are working on the tablet which lights his face upwards, making his already so characteristic cheekbones look even more dramatic. Newt likes that, he wishes he could draw that, but such a gracefull slope was out of his artistic reach. So he decides to sketch the relaxed curve of his wings as they rest half opened, primary feathers fanning his sides and Newt's stretched leg. The first attempt comes off too wonky so he scratches it vigorously with the felt tip pen and starts a new sketch in the bottom of the page. When he finishes he takes a long look at the paper. He feels particularly happy with his work so he decides to turn the page and keep going.
Except that there are no more pages. As he flips it, he is greeted by the back cover already filled with doodles and to-do-lists he never fullfiled. He frowns and closes the notepad, sliding it between the bed and the wall. Hermann doesn't even look up at him which is good because he'd certainly complain about Newt misplacing his things. Since he is still absorbed with his tablet Newt just scoots closer, bringing his pen up and drawing a quick form on his bare shoulder. The winged man looks at the smiling axolotl face on his skin and actually smiles.
Encouraged, Newt adds little glasses and a chubby body to the amphibian and a heart shaped bubble scaping the smiling lips. "This is the best self portrait I've ever seen." Hermann says, pulling his wing so that he can see it better.
"You're just saying that to make me happy." Newt replies, pulling an overly bashfull face that causes Hermann to snort. "Yes I am." The mathematician replies and goes back to his tablet. Since he didn't complain, Newt decides to push his luck a little more and begins to draw more heart shapes down his arm, as far as he can reach. When he finally draws a somewhat distorted heart over Hermann's hand he is curled upon himself in a rather uncomfortable way. He lies down by Hermann's side and the taller man opens his wing allowing Newt to fit under it. The biologist keep drawing over his partner's pale skin. He adorns his ribcage with stars, some tiny, some big, with many points or just four. He then connects them, creating constellations only he knew the names to. Hermann remains quiet through the whole process, occasional shivers rippling his skin under Newt's hands.
When Newt deems Hermann starry enough he scoots down the bed and settles by his waist and draws a long curly line there. He adds another one going in the opposite direction and links them with small straight lines. "I wonder what your DNA looks like..." He says absentmindedly. "I believe it is a double helix like any other human but I think there is something really special about your nitrogenous bases. Perhaps you have a brand new nucleic acid, one that allows your owl genes to bond with your human genome..."
"Do you really believe it?" Hermann asks as he turns his tablet off and slides it away. He rests over his elbows, wings held high to give Newt all the space he wants. "I do, man! I don't know what your genius mommy did but it is amazing, true and proper art, you know?" He adds tiny feathers to the ends of the helix. "I also believe she chose what you'd look like. A bit, you know? She picked the best genes and put them together in the most beautiful way... you are beautiful down to your DNA Hermann."
Newton says those things with all the honest enthusiasm only he can muster. There isn't a single ounce of irony or condescendence in his voice and the power of that crooked compliment makes Hermann's chest ache. He purrs and lies down completely, offering his entire back to Newt, who keep adding small feathers and hearts and swirly DNA codes to the curve of his waist. "She didn't want you to look like your father, you are her idea and her master piece." Newt keeps saying and he draws a little cartoonish Lars and puts a crossed circle around it, the message was clear: no Lars allowed. Hermann finds it difficult to breath and think and soak on the tenderness of Newt's voice all at the same time so he decides to stop thinking.
Newt suddenly rolls over and stradles Hermann's legs, causing his breath to hitch. The biologist drapes himself over Hermann's back, his bare chest pressing down on the feathers between the bony shoulder blades. He kisses the nape of the neck before running the pen over the sensitive skin. Newt slides down his body, drawing over his spine, lower and lower until he finishes at the small of his back. Hermann's wings flutter pleasantly and Newt does another tiny doodle at the base of his spine just to see that enticing tremble again.
He pulls away to admire his work and sees Hermann's hips are slowly moving in small circles. Such a slow, discreet movement it doesn't even shift the rest of his body. Suddenly Newt realizes the position he is on: Hermann relaxed and warm underneath him, cheeks pink and lips parted half hidden by the pillow, breath shallow and eyes closed. At that moment each and every dirty thought inside his head hits him full force, causing his mind to spin and his body to wobble as his blood rushes both to his cheeks and his cock. He bites his lips, unsure what to do.
He is sure of what he wants to do. He wants to attach himself to Hermann until every inch of them is touching, and he wants to kiss him. A real, purposeful kiss, with teeth and tongue and bruised lips at the end. But he finds himself in a rare situation where he doesn't know what to do. Hermann, however, rolls his spine up, reaching for him and making a small displeased sound. Newt takes the hint and leans on, resting his face against Hermann's, feeling his long eyelashes brushing his cheeks. He presses his lips to the corner of his partner's wide mouth.
Hermann tilts his head and presses up, making Newt gasp and kiss him gracelessly, neck crooked and legs trembling with the effort of keeping himself up. Hermann's wings tense when their lips meet and meld, primaries knocking against the wall as they extend fully. Newt slides down his body, getting tangled on his wing and having to break the kiss in order to find a good position close to his side.
Hermann's hands find Newt's chest and push him against the wall, the biologist squealing when his heated skin hits the cool gesso pannel but immediately he forgets it because Hermann's warm body presses up against his, trapping him. The hands glide up and cup his face tenderly. "You can't say even my DNA is beautiful and don't expect a reaction like this..." He says before plunging forward and capturing Newt's mouth into another kiss. This one is deep and last for as long as it takes for them to slot together perfectly. Hermann's weak leg is carefully drapped over Newt's hips, the other one he nudges between Newt's thighs. He presses his leg against Newt's growing erection and it causes the smaller man to moan into their kiss.
Newt's hands move down Hermann's body, one of them gripping his hip thightly, the other one deftly undoing the fastenings to his grandpa pajama pants. Hermann breaks their kiss to moan loudly when Newt's hand finally slips inside his underwear and frees his cock. Newt is smiling at him, a mix of smug and tender and it fits him well but Hermann still wants to use his lips for something else other than smiling.
They kiss, sometimes uncoordinated, sometimes in perfect sync, as Hermann struggles to push Newt's shorts down his thighs. They press their erections close together and Hermann rolls his hips slow and determinedly and Newt whimpers and digs his fingers into the pale flesh of his hip. Hermann's wings shiver and he wraps a long hand around both their cocks. Newt wheezes, grabs the base of one wing and hides his face in the curve of his now-lover's neck.
Newt's other hand gently holds the leg Hermann had drapped over him, and he thrust his hips a bit more vigorously. This earns him a deep groan and he smiles weakly against Hermann's heated skin. The mathematician thightens his hold on their cocks, thumb teasing Newt's slit - a trick that seemed to work on the biologist quite as well as it did to him. They find a rhythm; Newt thrust, Hermann holds and guides and the both of them moan and tremble and kiss. Hermann's wings are bouncing to the tempo of their moving bodies, a few stranded feathers floating down and falling around them.
They grow frantic and desperate but never not tender. They keep kissing whatever piece of skin they can reach, they caress and pet and rake loving fingers through each other's body until Hermann comes to a halt. His body trembles and his wings spasm as he spills wordlessly, mouth slack and eyes glazed. This is the most beautiful scene Newt had ever seen, he stares and his hips falter as Hermann's hand shakes around them.
Hermann falls limp against him, hand still pressing their cocks together, now slickier than ever. His wing drapes over Newt and the biologist's hips come back at full speed, not too long after he comes as well, burying his pleased noises in the soft feathers. He slumps against Hermann, small waves still crashing against him as he feels the trembling wings fanning against his side.
Hermann's heart is like a thunderstorm caged inside his fragile chest and Newt feels it when he brings the mathematician even closer to him. They lie in silence, their loud heartbeats and shallow breaths filling the air. Newt keeps kissing Hermann's neck and chest, nuzzling against his sweaty hair that was still sticking up. "You don't know how long I've waited for this..." He says against the damp skin of Hermann's chest.
The mathematician pulls him away and kisses him, tender and long; much more lips and moans than tongue or teeth. "I do know." He says, picking the forgotten pen that somehow ended up between them. "And I promisse I won't take so long the next time." He draws a small heart over the yellow wave on Newt's collarbone, he adds an infinite symbol inside it, recaps the pen and tosses it over his shoulder before kissing the surprised look off Newt's face and happily falling asleep in the circle of his lover's arms.
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