The End Of Love

[newtralize]

We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away

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[periit]

[ 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. ]