newtralize | The End Of Love

[ There's no helping the small curl of his lips when Newt laughs. Such polarized moods they flip between—heated innuendo to meltingly sweet—Percival doesn't know which way is up. Maybe that isn't a bad thing, this once. ] It seems you know a thing or two about how to make a man fall just the same.

[ Tapping his fingers against his mug, before his mind can wonder too far his eyes focus on Newt's cup for a moment and then back up to the auror himself.

The laugh that leaves him is soft, some sort of reserved shy if you listened closely enough. ] My free time is... minutes, anymore, I feel. [ Percival holds a quick breath. ] I would gladly spend every single one with you, as well. Regardless of availability.

[Newt's gives the other a grin.] Well, I'm about done with my drink. I don't know about you, but I would fancy to continue our time together in a more private setting. [He usually isn't this forward nor has he ever been so interested in someone so quickly, yet it feels so normal.]

Assuming you don't have any qualms with that of course. [His grin turning a little more coy.]

[ Where his heart had fluttered before, Percival feels it jump now. It was where they were headed for sometime, of course, it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. It must have been the way Newt said it, how that grin settled so easily on his lips.

Percival reaches a hand out to Newt’s to gently reassure. ] Not a single one.

[ When he takes his hand back his other hand already pulled his wallet and he leaves a couple bills that cover their drinks and a generous tip as well before he stands from the table, offering Newt his arm again. ] I know a shortcut through the alley. We’ll be there in a jiff.

[Newt happily hooks his arm around Percival's. Happy to feel the other by his side. He isn't sure what it is about the other, but there's something comfortable about having him there.]

Lead the way then. I hardly can wait.

[ With a smile and a nod to the courtyard’s back gate, once they’re around a corner and in a back alley with no peering eyes, true to his word, they’re off. Though he knows the other is also familiar with apparating, Percival still gives a warning of: ] Hold on, [ Before jumping them. In the next moment they’re no longer surrounded by the hustle and bustle of New York, but the quiet foyer of a two-story penthouse.

Surrounded by well-kept dark wood, to one side of them is a mirror and the other a coat closet, an umbrella stand tucked away in the corner by the door—tidy. It’s no less true peering into the living room; lavish furniture over an ornate rug, handfuls of paintings decorating the walls though they nearly pale to the bookshelves that stack high above them. The windows between are just as tall with wine red curtains tied off to the sides, framing a beautiful view of New York just beyond the balcony.

Though before they get any further Percival loosens his hold on Newt’s arm, a hand swiping towards the closet to open it as he does. ] May I take your coat? [ He asks as a pair of hangers float out behind them and his own coat shrugs off with his scarf. ]

[He doesn't pay much attention much to his surroundings. Newt will give a proper look around of the place at another time, but his attention is so helplessly focused on the other man.

Percival probably only has enough time to get his coat and scarf off before Newt is in his personal space and pressing his mouth against the older man's own. He doesn't even think about where his outer garments will end up as he shrugs off his wool coat and slides his own scarf off his neck; engrossed with kissing the other. Percival tastes of coffee and something so very him and it's intoxicating for the Brit.]

[ Truthfully, Percival is surprised he could get in the offer at all but it’s but a flicker of a thought in comparison to when Newt presses to him. It’s like jumping into a lake—startlingly refreshing and wholly enveloping—and immediately he returns the kiss without so much as a thought, hands finding the Brit’s hips to hold him secure.

The other hanger sees to catching the Brit’s coat and scarf, fixing them with a shake before tucking away in the closet with Percival’s things, and it’s good it does because the man is swept away in the other. Tea lingers on his lips and though he’s never had a taste for the drink, he finds it irresistible on Newt. Turning them ever so slightly Percival’s back faces the living room and with another kiss and gentle pull he leads them further into the apartment. ]

[Percival is an enchantment and Newt was completely under Percival's spell. His touches are like fire and his kisses were air. It gave him life while taking his breath away.

And the man really was a light and he was merely a moth completely enraptured by it. He follows the other without a thought in his mind; hands already undoing his own tie. Really, dressing so immaculately was really a detriment in this situation. Three piece suits were really quite inconvenient when you intend to rid yourself of every carefully pressed layer. At the same time, there's the thrill and excitement of being able to divest every layer on Percival.

He doesn't know where Percival is leading them to and he frankly didn't care. All he cares about is kissing the life out of the gorgeous man before him and fingers idly undoing the buttons on Percival's vest.]

[ If it weren’t for the fact this was Percival’s home they would have surely been knocking things over with how undivided his attention to Newt is. He’s leading them to the spiral staircase in the back corner, where they’ll have to pause, but for now there’s no chance of that.

Newt is all at once new and thrilling yet familiar and safe. Breaths are small between the long press of peppered kisses, each electrifyingly satisfying. He’s too distracted with them to undo his own tie while Newt does his, but a small chuckle finds Newt’s lips when those hands start at his vest. He supposes they should be a little less done up before they get to the bedroom, rid themselves of some hassle beforehand.

He pauses their moving, still swept up in kisses as his hands move to take off his tie. It’s quick work and with a swift tug it’s gone, and then Percival does the same to Newt’s—pulls it away from under his collar with a snap before they’re tossed on the couch beside them. ]

[Newt shrugs his own blazer off to toss to the side before he tugs Percival's blazer and unbuttoned vest off their shoulders in one fell swoop. He could really appreciate just how good Percival looks dressed to the nines, but he can equally appreciate how the man looks dressed down.

And how addicting it is to kiss the man. The peppered kisses aren't quite enough to satisfy him and he can't help but take a moment to pull the other back into a deep, open mouthed kiss. Mayhaps he's being a tad impatient, but Percival truly was irresistable.]

[ Where Percival usually feels some sort of worry about his appearance when he undresses, he finds it missing as Newt takes away those layers. In fact, he finds the opposite—some confidence that’s sprung out of nowhere, building since they met back at MACUSA. He deftly starts at unbuttoning Newt’s vest when the other steps nearer.

The kiss steals his breath and sends a warmth cascading over his body as he eagerly returns it, hands now gripping at Newt's vest. If this kiss was impatient then Percival could hardly wait for more. He closes what scant space there is between them and slips his arms around Newt's waist as he presses against him.

Percival wants to be close and drive him mad, to make Newt feel as impassioned as he has made him—to let him know how absolutely twitterpated he is about him. ]

[There's a little laugh from the Brit as the other presses their bodies together.] I'm sorry, but I really can't get the rest of your clothes off as we are, Percival. [He certainly isn't complaining about having his body pressed against Percival's own (who would complain?), but it is hampering on what he's trying to do at the moment.

Not that he's really helping the matter by grinding his hips against the other. That certainly isn't helping the issue of clothes, but he is enjoying the friction between them. It's like electricity shooting up his spine and leaving a tingling sensation in his toes and fingers.] Not that I mind you as you are. You're quite impeccable to look at with clothes on. [A sly little grin.]

[ When Newt laughs Percival finds himself mirroring it as he catches up on a breath or two while the other speaks. ] No, you’re right, [ Voice is low, hushed in their proximity but not a whisper, he nudges their noses together with a small grin. ] But I’ve been waiting all afternoon to get this close. [ A tease, yes, but how could he not indulge himself?

Newt’s idea of indulging though leaves Percival with a sharp inhale at the sensation—one he truly can’t help but match. Any shy bulge he’d had before was no longer that, the warmth their grinding brings growing stronger as his hands slip down to hold Newt’s hips instead.

He steals a quick kiss before those words go on to flatter him, making a chuckling hum fall out from him after. ] Why Newt, I dare say if we weren’t so close my clothes would have taken themselves off for you just now. [ It’s another short kiss before Percival begrudgingly pulls himself away, taking the other with him by the wrist when he continues walking backwards. ]

Unfortunately we have some stairs to conquer first. [ He’d rather they not strip on them and take themselves out in the process. ]

The End Of Love

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