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Newt shuffles closer to Hermann, wrapping his arms carefully around his neck and putting his nose in Hermann's undercut. Hermann wiggles in Newt's embrace.
"Must you breathe on my neck?"
Newt inhales through his nose. "Mm. Yeah."
Hermann grumbles something and shifts before turning a page.
"Almost done, dude? Wanna lay down," Newt mumbles, and Hermann sighs.
"Just a moment, dearest. I'd like to finish this chapter."
"Does that book even have chapters?"
Hermann is silent for a moment. "Let me finish the topic."
Newt snorts, but snuggles further into Hermann. "Don't take too long," he mumbles through Hermann's Pyjama shirt. "Don't want a repeat of that time you stayed up all night reading about numbers."
"It was an accident, Newton, must you really bring it up so often?"
"Kinda funny accident. Didn't think anyone could be nerdy enough to get that engrossed in the Pythagorean theorem or whatever the shit," Newt teases.
"I hardly believe I'm the bigger nerd between the two of us," Hermann huffs with a glance at Newt's Ghostbusters T-Shirt.
"Wow dude, low blow," Newt laughs, plucking the book from Hermann's hands and placing it on the nightstand as he rolls over on top of the other man.
"Newton!" Hermann, failing to hide a laugh, gives in to Newt and lets his arms rest on his husband's shoulders. "I wanted to read that, you know."
"Yeah, but consider: sleeping is so much cooler," Newt says, drawing out the words as he slips Hermann's glasses off his face and sets them with his book. "Or, well--doesn't have to be sleeping, either," he adds with a grin, bringing his face up so his and Hermann's noses are almost touching.
Hermann looks to consider this for a moment, amusedly raising his eyebrows, before leaning to meet Newt's slightly-parted lips with his own. It barely takes a moment before he licks into Newt's mouth with a hum and laces a hand through his hair--long, delicate fingers scratch at the back of Newt's scalp and he sighs, sucking on Hermann's lower lip. Heat starts to pool at the bottom of his stomach and he groans, shifting up to sit on Hermann's lap for a better angle and slipping his hands underneath Hermann's nightshirt to run them along the defined crest of his hips.
"So, is this why you've stayed up with me so long?" Hermann asks, pulling away with blown-out pupils and a teasing smile.
"It's barely midnight, dude, not exactly a stretch compared to my normal hours," Newt says breathlessly, eyes flicking between Hermann's eyes and already slightly swollen lips. "Besides, it's been a hell of a day--maybe we deserve a little unwinding, yeah?"
"Calls me dude right after snogging me," Hermann mutters as though it isn't a common occurrence. Newt snickers and plants another kiss to his lips, short and comparably chaste this time. "I suppose I can't argue, though. The recap meeting was... dreadful," Hermann concedes.
Newt runs his fingers up Hermann's back and savors the shiver it illicits. "Ugh, right? I wanted to fucking die ten minutes in. Pretty sure I took a nap somewhere in there--maybe that's why I'm still up," he snorts, but Hermann shakes his head.
"No, I'm fairly sure you were snoring for at least a minute or so."
"I--wait, seriously?" Hermann presses his lips into a thin line to surpress a smile, and Newt extracts a hand from his shirt his punch him lightly on the shoulder. "I can't believe you!"
"Oh, it--it was cute. I know you haven't been sleeping enough, anyways." Hermann pulls him back in for another deep kiss, and Newt doesn't try to pull away to continue arguing. He does, however, start to work the buttons on Hermann's shirt, moving his mouth from Hermann's lower lip to trace his jawbone, the dip of his neck. He pauses to suck insistently at Hermann's left collarbone, leaving two blooming, red bruises in his wake and drawing a pleased hum from Hermann before continuing lower to his smooth chest.
"You're really beautiful, Hermann, you know?" Newt breathes between kisses. He mouths carefully at Hermann's nipple, tweaking the other with one of his hands, and Hermann gasps against the crown of Newt's head.
"Oh, that's--yes," Hermann pants. The sound goes straight to Newt's dick, and giving a glance down he sees Hermann's own cock tenting his pyjama pants. He lavishes Hermann's nipples for a bit longer before licking and kissing past his navel and not bothering to pause at his waistband. He mouths at the front of Hermann's trousers and the man keens, hands gripping tighter in Newt's hair and nails scraping across his scalp in a way that makes Newt gasp appreciatively.
"Pants?"
"Yes Newton, please," Hermann moans, raising his hips, and Newt tugs Hermann's pants and boxers down over his ass impatiently.
His cock slips from the fabric erect, and Newt can only get himself to admire it for a moment before his arousal gets the better of him and he lowers his head and takes the tip into his mouth, savouring the groan it pulls from his husband's lips before swirling his tongue around and sucking gently.
He tastes bitter precome and pushes his head further downward, nose almost brushing the wiry hairs at the base of Hermann's shaft while he grips at the hem of his shirt to support himself. Hermann arches his back, gasping, and tears prick the corners of Newt's eyes as he gags around Hermann's dick.
"I--ah--apologies, love," he says immediately, and Newt pops off for a moment with saliva-slick lips.
"It's cool baby," he reassures him simply before taking Hermann's entire length back in his mouth and sucking, drawing exactly the sort of sounds he was looking for from Hermann's lips.
"You're really--ah--incredible, Newton, I--I'm quite, quite wound from the, ah, stress of the day," he pants as Newt bobs his head on his dick rhythmically, holding Hermann's hips carefully in place. His own throbbing dick is too much and he shoves one hand down his boxers and fingers himself for some sort of relief, rubbing his folds as Hermann whines above him.
"Newton, dear, I'm--close," he hears Hermann say between breathy moans right as it begins to feel like too much, and takes Hermann's length in until he can feel the crown of his dick brushing against the back of his throat. Hermann cries out Newt's name, hips juttering as he swallows around the senstation of hot liquid in the back of his mouth.
Newt pulls off, and no sooner does he feel a wave of dopamine overtake him. He babbles out a long string of German curses and slumps against Hermann's legs, cheek pressed against his bare thigh and panting.
"You're the most stunning man I've ever met," Hermann says after a few minutes, easing himself down so Newt's head is pillowed on his shoulder. "I don't know how I ever got so lucky to have you, really." He kisses Newt's forehead and strokes his hair before pushing a glass of water from the nightstand gently into his hand.
"Could say the same for you, Herms. Mind-blowing sex every time makes me think you're too good to be true," Newt mumbles haltingly after taking a few shaking gulps, still working to get his speech faculties back.
"I hope it wasn't too mind-blowing to stop you from falling asleep, as was your supposed plan before we got distracted.
"Oh, yeah," Newt giggles. "Yeah, that'd probably be good... Nighty night." He gives Hermann barely enough time to fumble for the light switch before Newt wraps his arms and legs around him, yanking the covers halfway up with one hand and nestling his face in Hermann's neck. Hermann laughs and pulls the blankets up the rest of the way, inhaling deeply.
"Gute Nacht, Liebling," he murmurs before his breathing finally evens out.