newtralize | The End Of Love

[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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