Whatever you say, Tommy Pairings | Newt x Thomas Warnings | smut, mlm, blowjobs, swearing Word count | 392 Summary | Newt gives a bloody good blowjob
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The wet slide of a tongue over velvet flesh. A soft suckle followed by the juxtaposing gag - a reflex that Thomas had come to love very much.
"That's it, good boy." A rasp of a moan grates from him, thick fingers tangling mercilessly into golden hair as his hips buck unexpectedly.
Another gag, loud and followed by chocking. Then Newt pulled away for a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his pale hand.
Warm again, Newt swallowed Thomas' cock as far down his throat as possible. His tongue danced up and down, working it's way teasingly along that vein that runs the entire length.
"Fuck, s'good." Thomas' voice was a husk in the dimly lit forest, scratchy bark pressed into his muscular back until indents were formed. "S'good, baby."
Newt hummed, a happy moan that twirled its way into Thomas at the pet name.
"I love you, Tommy." Newt panted as he pulled away, skinny fingers wrapped tightly around Thomas's dick still stroking as the younger man groaned.
"Love you too, Newt. Fuck, keep going."
Newt was more than happy to comply, mouth working back down Thomas's length until a thud was heard from his head thumping back against the tree.
"That's it, J-just like that." Thomas babbled, mind oblivious to anything except the blonde on his knees.
The forest floor was ruff, uneven. Sticks and leaves and soil create an ineffective pillow for Newt's skin, but he didn't care. As long as his boyfriend's dick was down his throat he'd be content.
"M'gonna cum." Thomas moaned, his grip in Newts hair tightening until the blonde could barely bob his head back and forth. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck."
Newt licked his lips as he sat back, lashes fluttering as he peered up at Thomas, who was still panting from his release.
"Good boy, shit." Thomas hissed, stroking a thumb over Newt's cheekbone until he nuzzled into the touch. "We should get back. I don't really want Gally to find me against a tree with my cock down your throat. Or Alby for that matter." Thomas said with a breathy chuckle.
Newt's answering grin was a slash of pride as he got pulled to his feet.
