newtralize | Then we are dead.

[ There's this surge of relief at Newt's words that Percival puts a little bit of distance between them to look down at him proper, moving a hand towards the surface of his desk for easier balancing on his part.

It may have also cause his heart to race just a little bit faster. ]

I honestly had no idea that you were interested but even if I had... I wouldn't put you through a situation like that.

[ Percival may be a sternly professional individual who behind close doors could potentially be anything but depending on the situation, but he wasn't cruel. He valued his image as much as any other higher up would and to break his colleague's trust in him would tarnish it quite a bit.

To know that this feeling between the two of them was mutual, well, it opened so much potential that if they moved forward, would fuel the rumor mill of the department for while if they noticed the slightest change between them. Its something he's rather curious about in terms of what they might come up with but for now, his attention was the younger man beneath him.

He moves the hand he had caressing Newt's cheek to settle it on the other's hip instead. ]

People can be quite cruel sometimes.

[Which isn't him specifically saying that Percival was a cruel man, but because people were just like that sometimes. Especially over when others are different from them.

And he had spent a lot of his life being an outsider of some kind.

~~Percival shouldn't consider what rumours are gonna erupt and probably consider more about being MACUSA's head of security and how he's breaking multiple work rules of some kind. Please.~~

Anywhere that Percival touches him just seems to burn (in a good way), but it also makes him quite aware as to where Percival's hands are and-] We're in your office.

[A statement. He doesn't pull away from the other, nor is he refusing the other either.]

[ He's very much aware how easily people can have a pack mentality against those that were different. While he never really experienced that sort of behavior at the hands of those people, he'd seen it and the consequences of those actions.

Understanding completely where Newt was probably coming from. His tone softens. ]

I know they can be...

[ Percival's gaze drops to where his hand was placed. ]

Would you prefer to take this elsewhere or would you like me to stop?

[ An honest question. As far as Percival was concerned this was the safest place to do something as work inappropriate as this since after all, they still needed to be here till the ends of their shifts. It was a space he could control and muffle and hide that this was ever a thing that happened.

To say that he wasn't aware of the consequences of his actions and just how many work rules he was breaking was incorrect. He's wrapped his head around his title and what sort of behavior was expected of him and just how bad this would look for him if Newt took this to another higher up if it bothered him to any degree.

But he has faith. And its also why he asks.]

[Newt can't help but laugh, honestly. He raises his arms to wrap them around Percival's neck and tilts his head a little. There's a bit of a grin on his face.]

Percival Graves. I would never expect you of all people to break so many rules, yet here we are.

[His tone is a bit teasing.]

Well, it quite works out anyways. After all, I'm probably the last person to ever care about rule breaking anyways. I don't think I could say no to you even if I wanted to, besides.

[The latter is said more honestly. Almost a bit shyly.] You're quite captivating to me

There's a first time for everything, though I think you might be a terrible influence on me.

[ He's joking, of course. Being a person that was primarily by the book in nearly almost every facet of the word while at MACUSA, he's almost surprised in himself how easily he was willing to completely abandon that when it came to Newt and only him.

He lifts his hand up from its spot from Newt's hip to reach out towards the direction of the door, giving it a light twirl to lock the it before waving his hand up for a soundproofing spell that slowly enveloped the room. ]

You flatter me.

[ There's a slight duck of his head. Its rare to hear such a compliment especially when its directed towards him. Percival's hand returns to Newt's hip, his touch a little firmer than before as leans forward, closing the space between them once more. ]

I can honestly say the same about you, even when you cause me unnecessary worry.

You don't seem like the type to be easily influenced. Are you sure it's my fault or maybe you've always wanted to break a rule here or there.

[He gives them a cheeky little grin.

The sound of the door clicking shut and the sound of the lock brings a certain amount of excitement. Like electricity through his body. There's also the realization that he was pretty much at the mercy of one of the strongest wizards in New York.

He takes a sharp intake of breath when the other presses closer to him and there's an obvious look of want for the other.

The Brit would argue against the other about how he doesn't do anything that's unnecessary, but his mind is quite far from those thoughts.] I don't think you realize how attractive it is to be under a man such as you, Percival Graves. [It comes out almost in a whisper.]

[ He's quiet for a moment because Newt was right, he wasn't that easily influenced but he has always wanted to break a rule when there was an opportunity for it. Even if he's had to show incredible restraint against it a vast majority of the time.

Newt just happened to be the final nudge for it.]

Maybe I was just waiting for the right person to come along to give me the reason to.

[ There's a creeping smirk in the corner of his mouth. Hearing that this sort of position was attractive was certainly a first but then again this entire scenario was a first. It could easily become a habit between them if the other liked it so much.

I don't. [ A short pause. He had never had the pleasure of being under someone similar to himself so he can't imagine how the other was taking this. Maybe he might say the same if Newt ever topped him at some point. ] You don't have to be so formal, Mr. Scamander, Percival works just fine.

[ Newt didn't have to keep addressing him by his full name at every chance, though he understands the need for formality. In this moment, his title as head of security didn't matter. Nothing outside of this room mattered.

He inches forward further, lips nearly brushing against the younger man's before kissing him gently, at first. As if Percival was still testing the waters of this before tries to deepen the kiss further. Its more heated and wantful. ]

You make me sound like a bad influence, you know.

[He lets out a breathless laugh at that. Newt would never consider himself someone that can influence others, but that was because he found that most people didn't really care for him in any capacity.

Graves was different, he thinks. The other had a presence and had a certain amount of authority in just his being and that in itself was rather exciting. Despite their height differences (with him being taller); the other had a certain aura. Perhaps the other was intimidating, but he just found it exciting.] You don't bring Mr. Graves to the bed? [It comes out almost like a low purr.

Maybe he's being a bit too playful, but they're in Grave's office in the MACUSA building, so he might as well.

Maybe the other was still testing the waters, but Newt had all but admitted to his preference to men and he was pinned against his boss' desk. He wraps his arms around Percival's neck to drag him into a kiss. Needy. Passionate.]

Then we are dead.

Weeps over how soft that icon looks

I got lots of soft bois.

my heart for soft

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