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A simple yes wouldn't make you make that face. [He teases, returning the light squeeze of his hands. Newt can probably feel just how elated he is through the Bond, and even if he couldn't, it almost seems to come off him in waves.]

You... You want me as I am. [It's not a question; Newt has never shown any indication of wanting Hiccup to change, just like Hiccup would never want Newt to change anything about himself.] So why wouldn't I want you exactly as you are? Of course it's mutual. [He returns the kiss, inordinately pleased, settling a hand on Newt's waist and nudging him slowly toward the bed again. Just to sit on the edge, for now, to kiss. He plans to start slow, to build it up, and make sure it's a good experience for his boyfriend.]

[Newt huffs a little. He tries to give the other a disapproving look, but it's very hard to in the current situation.] You're teasing me. [Don't be such a git. A bloody lovable git.]

I- [His laugh is a little sheepish.] I suppose I'm just used to it. People not really liking me for, well, me. [He hadn't really thought about it, but it's on his mind. How he perceives himself through the eyes of other. It's a little pessimistic isn't it? He had just been so used to it.

Newt is a little distracted by his thoughts that he's only brought back proper when he feels the back of his legs hit his bed, which is a terrible way to notice something, because he kind of falls backwards onto the bed and takes Hiccup with him.

Oh yes, this is definitely very sexy. Newt can't help but start laughing honestly.] S-Sorry. I- [He's a little breathless from the fall and laughter.]

You make it easy. [He absolutely is teasing. He might be a lovable git, but he's Newt's lovable git.] I'm not people. I wouldn't change anything about you.

[He only manages to get that out, almost smooth and romantic, before they're both toppling onto the bed in an ungainly pile of long limbs, Hiccup splayed on top of Newt, and he bursts into laughter as well, the sound of it infectious. He has to tuck his face against Newt's shoulder for a minute just to catch his breath, before he rolls to the side and tugs him a little farther onto the mattress, just so neither of them manage to fall off.]

No, gods, sorry, it's- It's fine. Are you okay?

Absolutely awful! [He wants to look offended, but his expression is much too fond.] I really don't need to hear more. You'll certainly murder me. [Hiccup's words are much too much for the shy magizoologist.]

I'm quite fine. It was my fault. [Newt continues to laugh though. It takes the edge away somewhat. It calms his nerves. He doesn't know if it's his own laughter or Hiccup's laughter. He settles after a few minutes.] I'm wonderful. I couldn't think anywhere else or with anyone else I would be than right now with you.

Oh, I've got more. You're going to hear more. [He says with mock seriousness (an effect which is mostly ruined by his laughter), manhandling Newt (gently) to rearrange them to where Hiccup can loom over him, leaning in to steal another kiss with grinning lips. His hand goes to the front of his shirt, playfully popping open the first button.] You're very distracting. I've been wanting to see more of you.

[He's glad to feel Newt growing a little more comfortable, his own smile warm and wide. This is how it should be, with nerves diminished, just going with the flow and being together. A little softer, he says, pressing their foreheads together.] I'm feeling pretty wonderful too. Can I undress you?

[He's had Thoughts, okay. He's young and easily distracted.]

[Hiccup's weight on him is surprisingly pleasant. Something he hasn't ever considered before, so he's certainly learning plenty about himself he possibly wouldn't have known until being with another.

He definitely wasn't used to the idea of someone desiring him in such a way. The other finding him alluring and asking him to undress him makes the Brit flush a bright red and makes his stomach flutter in a way he isn't quite familiar with either.

Newt's reply comes out breathless and quiet.] I- Yes, please. [He really likes the idea of that. Really learning new things about himself.]

[Newt turns red in the most lovely way. Maybe someone else wouldn't think so, but Hiccup thinks it's beyond endearing, the way he colors all the way to his ears sometimes, and he wants, suddenly and desperately, to see how far down that blush goes. A simple yes to his question lights his green eyes up, and he doesn't need another invitation.

He surges down for a more heated kiss, enthusiastic, deft hands opening each button of his shirt one by one, sliding his warm, work-roughened palms against the skin of Newt's chest to push the two sides apart. He only pulls back just enough to take him in, like he doesn't want to look at anything else.] Wow-

[The kiss is clumsy and messy and it leaves him breathless. He arches his back slightly letting out a small noise in the back of his throat; Hiccup's rough hands pleasant against his skin.

An airy little laugh escapes his mouth. Something nervous and shy and terribly embarrassed. The other admiring him makes heat coil in his stomach.] I find it a tad unfair I, uhm, I don't get to equally admire you. [Not quite successfully bold, but he does want the other to know he's equally interested in this. In the other. Them.] You know your clothes is really not quite ideal for this at all.

[The way Newt arches a little, into his hands, warm and smooth, is everything. Hiccup answers with a soft little moan of his own, pressed against his mouth, overwhelmed. The thrill of it all vibrates through the Bond from Hiccup's end.

And looking at him is even better. He gets a little wrapped up in it, caressing the plane of exposed skin with his fingers, before Newt speaks up, and Hiccup laughs, embarrassed.] Right, right! Sorry, I- I didn't really plan- [He isn't wearing all of the layers of his usual clothing, but there's enough of it that he feels awkward taking a step back and fumbling with his own buckles and straps, fingers clumsy.] I- I've only ever left most of it on before, honestly- [Another sheepish laugh, and the leather shell peels away from his body to be discarded to the side, leaving him in well-worn wool pants and tunic after he also toes off his boot.

Flushing a little, he casts another glance at Newt, a little awkward but still so enthusiastic and happy, before he unceremoniously slips off the wool tunic as well. Bare, most of Hiccup's scars are on display. They're all fairly small and nondescript, cuts and scrapes that have long healed over, except for the growth-stretched spiderweb of raised tissue that climbs up from mid-forearm to shoulder and shoulder blade. A Lichtenberg scar, from where he was hit by lightning.]

Better? [He breathes out with a smile, unselfconscious, climbing back over him to steal another kiss.]

[Maybe he'd be embarrassed for staring at the other, but he's more distracted by every single small detail on the other. Every scar and where they are to any blemish or freckle that made up Hiccup's appearance. The Brit is just completely engrossed in taking the other in.

A hand reaches up to gently run fingers against the large scar that covers his arm.

He looks at the other and-] You're beautiful. Quite so. [Look, he's just completely in love with the other in every way possible.]

[Hiccup flushes contentedly under his scrutiny, turning pink down his neck and into his chest beneath the thick smattering of freckles across his shoulders and clavicles. Something in his eyes softens, though, when Newt touches his lightning scar and calls him beautiful. He's glad they don't have to be nervous about this, at least; scars are just a part of life for both of them.]

So are you, you know. [He breathes, warm and fond, sliding his hands beneath Newt's open shirt again to push it off his shoulders entirely. Hiccup's mouth is occupied again soon as he presses a trail of soft kisses down his throat.

He wants to get to know every inch of this man until they have no more secrets from each other.] I am... so lucky.

[Newt lets out a laugh. It's shy, but there's a note of disbelief in it. Almost as though he's humouring the other because he doesn't quite believe it yet.

And he doesn't. He doesn't think Hiccup to be a liar, but he doesn't obviously see what the other sees in him. Appreciative, but somewhat doubtful. He reaches up to brush some hair out of Hiccup's face, thumb lingering against their cheek.] I think I should be the one saying that, really.

[He was the one who ended up with someone so loving and sweet after all.] Thank you. For choosing me. [It comes out in a whisper with a gentle kiss.]

[He'll say it as many times as he needs to. As many times as Newt needs to hear it. He is loved and he is wanted by at least one person, honestly and openly.] Can't we both be lucky? What were the odds of both of us showing up here and then finding each other? It's- it's kind of a miracle when you think about it.

I have always wanted you in my life since I met you. [Maybe he didn't know back then that he would want him like this, but he does. He tilts his face into the soft touches, stroking a hand softly down Newt's chest, returning his kiss with certainty.

That hand trails down after a moment, as he kisses him a little harder, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Newt's pants, just tugging lightly to test his reactions.]

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