Kids. Could we?The thought evaporated when he felt a cold slickness against his hole. There was a muffled groan from River as he stroked Newt’s cock, spreading lube down its length. A louder groan when he did it again.
“Enjoying yourself?” Newt asked.
“I love it. Do you?”
Newt stared at him. The lump in his throat didn’t shift when he swallowed.
River’s eyes had darkened and his cheeks were flushed. His knees pressed hard against the inside of Newt’s lower thighs, keeping his legs apart. River leaned in to steal one soft kiss before he pulled back, but he kept their faces close together as he pressed into Newt.
Newt’s lungs locked, his hands flailing until they were pushed over his head and secured by one of River’s. They shared air for several seconds, then River moved again, sliding deep and long inside him…and all breathing stopped. Newt felt every inch of River’s cock, the heat, the strength, the size of him. The intimate joining of their bodies was so overwhelming, that Newt instantly forgot the slight discomfort it had taken to get to this point.
River’s face said everything. Delight, need, lust, love. Newt hoped his said the same. River rocked gently for a moment, hardly pushing in before pulling out, then started to drive harder. Newt’s hands were released and he wrapped his arms around River as he powered into him, being careful not to clutch at his wound. Newt bucked up into River, meeting each thrust, and River cried out. Newt’s cock was trapped between them, rubbed between their stomachs and he needed more. He was trying to writhe against River and push up at the same time. He was so close to coming, so close to that ultimate spike of pleasure, he could barely believe that he hadn’t already fallen.
“F-ffffuck.” River was going faster now, crying out, grunting, gasping, his face wild, but his gaze locked with Newt’s.
They came within seconds of each other, Newt just ahead, and their lips met as River emptied himself inside him, wet heat making his movements slick, smooth and…perfect.
They were both left trembling.
“Newt, Newt, Newt.” River whispered his name over and over as if he was afraid the word might disappear if he stopped saying it. “Oh my God.”
“You made me come, damn you.” Newt sucked in air. “I had a whole ten seconds planned.”
River groaned. “You don’t plan orgasms.”
“I absolutely do.” Newt panted. “I’m very professional about it.”
River chuckled. “Tragic, really. I might have to sabotage you again, if you’re lucky.”
“Threatening me already?”
“Promising,” River corrected.
Finally, he slid out of him and dropped his head onto Newt’s chest.
“I’m ruined,” Newt said quietly.
“Happy ruined?” River asked, tracing lazy shapes on Newt’s chest.
“Devastatingly,” Newt said. “Not sure I’ll ever recover.”
River snorted and kept drawing.
Newt frowned. “What are you—are you doodling?”
“No.”
Newt thought they were just random squiggles but he realized River was writingI love you.
“That’s not how you spell love.”
“What? Yes, it is! Bastard! I’m being romantic.”
“Sorry. Yeah, you are.” Newt smiled. “No limp, hardly any gaps in your speech, you can write, you can spell, your sense of humour is back. You’re all better.”
River hummed, lifting his head just enough to look at him. “Almost all better.”
He pressed his palm over Newt’s heart, fingers splayed like he was claiming the rhythm.
