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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

[ Clothes are definitely overrated on this particular vacation--which is all a very new and exciting experience. Newt isn't going to lie to himself right now--this is kind of how he imagines honeymoons are supposed to go.

Newt gives a huff of warm-breathed laughter and doesn't even have the decency to raise his head to look at Hermann while he's talking. He's trying to play cool and play it off, but thank you, Hermann. He did need to hear that. Though, honestly, that title was what got Hermann to notice him in the first place. He probably wouldn't have accepted the legitimacy of Newt's ideas in their correspondence if Newt hadn't been a doctor. And being a doctor is why he's here now as Hermann's Drift Partner and lab partner and ...partner.]

You'd be doing a piss-poor job of distancing yourself from me if that's your goal, Hermann.

[Newt's turned on not just from the sight of Hermann laying there, beautifully exposed for him, but also by Hermann himself: his mind, his thoughts and his libido kindling a fire inside. He's regretting his skinny jeans, as he has many times since mid-December, but he has more pressing matters. Besides, uncomfortable as they are now, it really won't be too difficult to get himself off later; he doubts he'll even last through Hermann's orgasm.

He braces a hand on Hermann's stronger hip, thumb stroking against the smooth muscles of his abdomen as Newt dips his nose and lets his breath ghost over Hermann's cock. But he lacks the patience to tease so indirectly for long, and so Newt's lips close around the head of Hermann's cock and runs his tongue over the tip.

His own body almost trembles excitedly in response.]

[mathemagier]

[It strikes him as funny that Newton's the shy one this time- the one avoiding eye contact and focusing on something else. Hermann recognizes it because that's his instinct in the face of strong emotions.

He almost reaches out to him, but is rather distracted by the rush of damp heat over his groin. His hips jerk under the attention, and Hermann's head drops back as Newton's lips close over him because the visual alone is impossibly arousing.]

Y-you know I.. never wanted to..

[What are they talking about? The trace of Newton's tongue effectively steals his focus away from doling out reassurances. The man's lust and thrill is a faint impression in the corner of his mind, but he knows by now just how swiftly that will change. It's always so very intense by the end.]

Mmn, I will take care of you after.