Newt gave a choked gasp and his hips jerked at Hermann's mouth, wanting more of it, the heat easily penetrating the thin fabrics to tease his erection already straining against the undergarments. His head went back against the pillows and he writhed a bit, noisily.

"...You're the worst," he whined in a tone that wasn't ever really a complaint, and he threw the front of the skirt over Hermann's head, draping him under the white cotton.