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It's been busy. It's always busy. They're in the middle of an endless war against monsters who always come back, and they're two of the few people studying said monsters, and so they've been busy. Late nights and early mornings mean they've really only used their bedroom to sleep, with a few kisses before they go to bed, perhaps.
But the war has its peaks and troughs, and they finally seem to be out of a peak. The next attack isn't predicted for another two months, funding is stable if not actually good, and none of the Jaegers are glitching out, so their workload is finally low enough for them to take a day off. They were both exhausted the night before, though Newt insisted on cuddling and watching a movie. Hermann fell asleep twenty minutes in, and he's not surprised to wake up and no longer feel the weight of Newt's laptop on his legs.
Instead, however, is the weight of Newt himself.
Not his full weight, of course. Hermann isn't frail, but he does need to be treated with a certain level of care, and an entire grown man sitting on his legs does not constitute that level of care. Instead, Newt is lying on his stomach, between Hermann's legs, pulled slightly apart, head resting on his unscarred thigh. He's petting idly at Hermann's sparse leg hair, cute and surprisingly unsexual for where he's lying.
"Good morning, Newton." Newt's head turns to him. "That can't be especially comfortable, my love."
"Morning." Newt smiles, running his hand all the way down Hermann's leg, fingers dancing over the scar between his hip and knee. "I don't know, man, I'm pretty cosy here."
"Suit yourself." He reaches down to pet Newt's hair, which he melts into. He often thinks Newt looks like a cat when he does this, leaning into Hermann's hand, making little happy noises when he finds an especially good spot. Though he does miss being able to- "Could I have a kiss, though?"
Newt smirks. "Oh, but it's gonna be so much effort to get up," though he raises himself up on his arms, nuzzling his stubble against Hermann's cheek before leaning in and connecting their lips.
"A truly," another kiss, "herculean effort, I'm sure."
"So hard. Impossible. They should give me the Nobel Prize."
He smiles. They actually should, and he'll want Newt to get it once this damn war's over. "In what?"
"Romancing my lab partner. And also life partner. And," he moves away, shimmying back into his previous position, "speaking of romance, I had a plan until you started asking for kisses and talking about Nobel Prizes."
"Famously the best romance is meticulously planned."
Newt is settled back between his legs, and ignores him. "There's a little friend I've missed, y'know, since we've been so busy." Newt's normally shit eating grin is somehow even more endearingly obnoxious today. He fiddles with the bottom of Hermann's briefs, the slight movement of the fabric a very pleasant sensation.
"Please don't talk about my penis as if it's not part of me, darling." He's exasperated, but fond.
"Hey, I never said I was talking about your dick, man." Newt ducks his fingers under the seams, making him shiver. "Plus, I said little friend, and last I remember, you're pretty damn big."
An eye roll. "I'm not fucking cisgender. You don't need to flatter me."
"Not flattery," Newt replies, pressing a kiss to the slight damp spot that's now formed. "Just true, babe."
The kiss is very light, but it feels nice anyway. He lets out a long breath, the very beginnings of a moan.
Newt is smiling up at him through his eyelashes. "So can I, uh," he lets out a short laugh, "reacquaint myself, Dr. Gottlieb?"
He sighs, but he's smiling. Lord, he loves this man, even when he's being silly. "Please do."
"Rad."
Newt hooks the underwear aside. Hermann can feel the cool air of their room for only a moment before Newt's mouth is on him, warm and practiced and dearly, dearly missed. He's opening his mouth exaggeratedly wide, tongue paying attention to the top side of Hermann's dick, already moaning in a way that must be at least a little fake, but feels sexy nonetheless.
" Oh ." It really has been too long. Newton is naturally talented at this anyway, has been since they met, but their time together has made him even better.
Newt leaves his mouth open as he licks a stripe along the side of his cock. "Told you."
"You certainly did." He runs a hand through Newt's hair. "Would you like to get on with it, now?"
"Mmm." Another few long sucks, which make Hermann shudder and throw his head back. Wonderful. Newt stops again, though. "You want like, just this, or?"
On the one hand, he does. Newton is excellent at oral sex, and he's always so happy afterwards. But if he's offering, it really has been a while since he's bottomed. It takes too much out of him to do it before work, and after work he's just wanted to sleep.
Newt sees the look on his face, apparently. "You want me to get the harness, huh?"
"Not immediately," he says, nudging Newt's face back into position. "But yes, if that's alright with you."
Newt runs his fingers through the spit and slick around Hermann's entrance, keening at the soft, wet sound it makes. "More than alright, babe," he mutters, and then dives back in enthusiastically.
It's a relief to be touched again after so long. Newt alternates between sucking and pressing his tongue against him, and eventually moves his hands underneath Hermann's thighs, lifting them up to rest on his shoulders. All the while, Newt is being almost as noisy as he is, making little noises that vibrate through Hermann's cock. He seems especially pleased whenever Hermann lets out anything more than a breathy moan, whether it's a less breathy one, Newt's name, or a curse.
He could come from this quite easily, but doesn't want to. Unlike Newt, he's usually unpleasantly over sensitive after an orgasm, and he'd requested something else today. "Newton," he says, in what he hopes is a more insistent way than his previous moans.
Clearly not enough, though. Newt makes another pleased noise, pressing his tongue down harder, eyes fluttered shut as he enjoys himself.
Hermann squeaks and clutches the sheets. " Newton. "
Newt pulls off. "Fuck, it's so sexy when you say my name-"
" Stop ." He moves his hand to Newt's cheek, to nudge him into place.
Newt's face falls. "Huh? You didn't like-"
Is his memory that bad? "No, you silly man. I-" he gasps in a breath- "I believe I wanted something else, and I cannot do that if I am about to come."
" Oh ." Newt blinks. "Oh, yeah, okay, let me-" He places Hermann's legs back on the bed carefully, giving a single kiss to the inside of one knee, before scrambling off the bed to their pitifully small closet.
Newton is barely undressed- or, at least, he's no less dressed than usual. Hermann is only in his undershirt and briefs because it was an unseasonably hot night, but he usually wears full pajamas. Newt, by contrast, is usually just in his underwear, with maybe a shirt on if it's a little chilly. So while the sight of his partner in nothing but his boxers (novelty dinosaur ones, which are better than the novelty kaiju ones) isn't new in any way, he still quite enjoys the view. The swell and curve of his ass, his strong thighs, his still untattooed, freckled shoulders, hair messy from sleep and sex.
He does look a little silly right now, tearing off his underwear and then fighting with the harness to get it on as quickly as possible, but Hermann hardly minds.
Newt looks over his shoulder. "Was that like, good, by the way?" He snaps one of the clasps shut. "I know I'm out of practice, probably, so."
Hermann gives him his kindest smile. Newt deserves to know he did well, at least here. "Yes, Newt. Excellent work."
Newt beams. "Cool." A giggle. "Kinda feel like you should give me a sticker or something."
Hermann chooses, deliberately, to ignore that comment. "The pink one, please, darling. And the nice lube."
"Only the best for you," Newt replies, pulling the lube from the box, then pushing the pink dildo into place. "Also, pink. Feeling adventurous today, huh?"
"Oh, shush." Hermann's usual request is one of their smaller toys, a soft, fairly realistic one. It makes the whole thing feel nice and intimate, and the smaller size and gentle texture makes it easier to draw things out, have Newt fuck him into the mattress without getting too sore afterwards. Newt, on the other hand, tends to go for larger toys- Hermann has an expensive one that hooks in to his underwear, and while it's only seven inches, it's got some decent girth- with a soft spot for strange shapes and fantasy designs. He has multiple kaiju-themed ones, a few toys with ridges and bumps and odd twisting shapes, and he never sounds quite as lovely as he does with one of those pushing into him. The pink toy was bought as a sort of compromise between their two tastes- it's bigger, but not much, made of a jelly-like silicone, which Hermann likes. The model, however, is all Newt- a tentacle with suckers over the top side and a series of ridges near the base. It curves upwards a little in an odd way, but it seems to make them both happy, and God knows they could use that.
"Hey, I'm not saying anything," Newt says, making the final adjustments, "just surprised." He sits down on the bed, squirting the lube into his hand with a silly noise. (They need to buy more, Hermann notes.) He spreads it onto the shaft in a way that's utilitarian at first, but stops being so. "God, I love this thing," he says, watching his own hand move.
"Mmm." He may be eager to get it inside him, but Newt touching himself, his hand slick from lube, thumb running deliberately over the suckers, circling them as if he's more sensitive there, is such a nice sight he almost doesn't care. He should record that sometime, maybe get Newt to use one of his ridiculous kaiju toys he likes so much, because even if Hermann doesn't love getting fucked with them, he can understand the visual appeal-
He must've been staring, because Newt leans back and chuckles. "Enjoying the view, babe?"
He tries and fails to be nonchalant. "Only a little." He licks his lips, though, which makes Newt laugh and move between his legs again.
"Don't wanna keep you waiting, I'm just getting it warmed up." He runs his hand all the way from the base to the tip with a squelch, before wiping his hand off on his own leg. "You'll bitch if it's cold."
He will. "I think you've done quite a thorough job."
"Fine." He's grinning as he puts a pillow under Hermann's hips, guiding him into place. "You're such a fussy bottom, dude. Don't get me wrong, I love it, it's just fucking funny-"
"Hurry up , Newton."
He kisses him. "Pillow princess."
And before Hermann can retort, he pushes in.
Hermann throws his head back against the bed. There's very little resistance- the foreplay and excessive lube took thorough care of that- but he's always quite tight, and the feeling of the suckers going into him, grinding up against the top surface of his cunt, is incredible.
Their gentle teasing made Newt cocky, and so that first push was fast and a little rough, but Newt squeaks and stills once he realises what he's done. "Fuck, sorry, bigger toy, shouldn't have-"
"Newton," he grits out, "if you do not move, I am going to flip us over and ride you myself, chronic bloody pain be damned ."
A giddy laugh. "Hot-"
" Newt ."
"Yessir."
Newt rocks his hips, hands on Hermann's waist to keep them both steady. He's gentler than his initial thrust in, but he's at least moving, and Hermann remembers why he likes bottoming quite so much. He's going to be exhausted after this, he can tell, but he doesn't really care. Newt feels wonderful inside him, even more so with the larger, textured toy, and he's so attentive and sweet, eager for any hint of praise. On Hermann's part, he gets to lie back, claw at the sheets, relish in the sensation of something inside him, of his back against the mattress, of the sweat slowly covering both their bodies.
"Faster, dearest," he chokes out.
Newt laughs, breathless. His penchant for babbling during sex is basically the same regardless of position. It would be annoying if it were anyone else, but it's Newton so it's sexy and lovely and the only thing Hermann ever wants. "You're so fucking cute , babe, who the fuck calls someone dearest when they've got their dick in you-" but he speeds up, anyway- "and holy shit, you're taking it so well, you look so good, like, absolute fucking math hottie Hermann goddamn Gottlieb over here-"
Hermann's not going to last long, with the combination of Newt talking and the suddenly rather fast fucking, made worse by their recent dry spell, so he reaches a hand down to stroke himself.
Newt spots it. "Fuck. Are," he slams in again, "are you close?"
"Yes." Newt's thrusts falter for just a moment. "Newton, please -"
"Yeah, I know, I'm just-" Newt rearranges himself, only one hand on Hermann's waist, the other batting Hermann's hand away to stroke his cock between finger and thumb. "Lay back, babe, I'll-" another hard thrust- "I'll take care of it, okay?"
Hermann whines, throwing his hands around Newt's neck because he's a romantic at heart and loves to kiss Newt as he comes, and also because Newton is-
"So wonderful at this, oh, darling, Newton, please don't-" his nails dig in and he drags Newt down for a kiss and Newt doesn't stop, just keeps going, his soft hips and stomach slapping Hermann's wiry thighs, hand moving in time with his thrusts, kiss oddly chaste and sweet, and Hermann comes with a cry swallowed by his lover's lips.
Newt, unaffected by any stimulation, keeps going, slowing only slightly, hips driving forward as if he might be able to come too. Hermann knows the feeling all too well, and how nice it is to continue fucking someone after they've come, but he also knows his own limits. What was a pleasant aftershock quickly becomes something too-tender, and he taps Newt on the shoulder. "Stop, please-"
Newt's out of him before he even finishes the word, eyes wide and hungry and desperate. He kisses Hermann's face all over as he speaks. "Fuck, fuck," a kiss to his temple, "that was so good, babe, just," his lips, once, "I wanna get these off because if I don't nut like, now," a smattering over his cheek, "I'm probably gonna die." He unbuckles the harness as he speaks and kisses Hermann, apparently very dextrous in his desperation.
"Sweetheart-"
"It's cool, I know you're cuddly, but I'm fucking-"
"No, darling, just listen-"
"-turned on as hell, that was fucking great and it's such a shame that that toy doesn't have a vibe insert, cause, wow-"
"Newton!"
The harness comes off. "Yeah?"
"If you'd listen, for a moment," he gasps, trying to regain his breath. "There's no need for you to, ah, self-stimulate, when I'm right there."
Newt snorts. "No offense, but I know you get all boneless and relaxed after something like that, Herm. Which is awesome, but-"
"My hands, yes," he concedes, "but."
Newt stares at him blankly. He's not getting any help there.
"My mouth," he continues, begrudgingly, "is very much still in play, darling."
"Oh." Newt's eyes go big and dark. "Oh, fuck yes , you're seriously-"
He rolls his eyes. "Why would I offer if I wasn't serious, Newt?" And, with great difficulty, he pets the pillow beside his head. "Up, love."
Newt doesn't need to be asked twice. His soft, gorgeous thighs settle either side of Hermann's head, one hand clutching at the headboard. "Okay," he says, once he's in place, "do you want me to, uh-"
Hermann gets started quickly, not wanting to tease Newt too badly. He's used to at least part of this. One of his favourite ways to spend an evening is between Newt's legs, lips and tongue and fingers working orgasm after orgasm from him. The position, however, is usually different, with Newt on his back and Hermann on his stomach. Newt will get tired after long like this (which is fine- neither is planning to take long), and Hermann doesn't have as much flexibility as he'd like to put Newt's legs over his shoulders, or to spread him over and press his tongue in hard, Newt pinned to the mattress.
It doesn't matter though. Newt is soaked (they'll need to wash the harness later, he thinks), the slightly acidic taste dripping onto Hermann's tongue as he bobs his head and sucks, hard. Newt's legs shake, and he cries out-
"Fuck, fuck, ah-"
And Hermann returns to flicks of his tongue, back and forth, alternating between sucking and teasing while Newt's hips twitch back and forth desperately. He wishes he were less tired, if only so he could reach up and grab Newt's ass, guide him in a steadier rhythm, but from the sounds Newt's making, there's no time.
"I love you so much, dude, you have no idea-"
Hermann has some idea. He thinks it's terribly sweet, anyway. He closes his lips around Newt's cock, presses his tongue flat against it, and with just a slight movement, Newt's done. His hand clenches on the bedframe, the other moving desperately to Hermann's hair and tugging, hard, as if Hermann had any intention of moving away. He cries out, wordless, tense and beautiful and entirely lost in his own pleasure, before collapsing, just enough thought left in his head to slide back so he doesn't crush Hermann's neck.
Newt leans back, resting on his heels. "Christ."
Hermann's mouth is still slick. It's pleasant, for now, but he knows it'll rapidly cool and become sticky. "Enjoyable, then?"
Newt laughs. "Yeah. Fuck yeah." He shuffles up, hoisting his leg over shakily so he can lie beside Hermann instead. "I'm so glad we're together, dude."
Something warm and fluttery stirs up in Hermann's chest. "Me too." It only gets stronger when Newt curls around him, an arm over his chest. He lets out a long, happy sigh, but- "Newton, could you pass me a tissue?"
"On it." They're practiced, by now. Tissues and painkillers go within arms reach, always, they have lube under both sides of the bed, and Hermann is always on tossing-used-stuff-into-the-trash duty because of his stronger arms. Newt used to do it, but his side of the lab is a testament to his shitty accuracy.
Newt grabs a tissue, kisses Hermann once to taste himself, then gently wipes his face clean.
"I don't know why you do that," Hermann mutters as Newt swipes across his lips. "It's nothing new at this point, you know what you taste like."
Newt settles back down in bed, handing Hermann the tissue to throw. "Doesn't have to be new to be sexy and gay as hell, babe."
And that, Hermann thinks, in their shared bed, is something they can agree on.