Do you do smut requests? If so, loving nerd sex?

Newt walks in and stops. There are candles, and soft music, and Hermann sitting awkwardly on the bed in his underwear looking awkward.

“Seriously?” Newt blurts, and could have hit himself.

“I- of course.” Hermann gets up, painfully stiff, “It was a stupid idea. I will just-” he leans over to blow out the candle.

“No!” Newt quickly hurries over. “This is- awesome, dude, ignore me. I love it.”

“I should expect your utterly inappropriate reactions.” Hermann snarks back, but he looks very relieved.

“Yep, wait until I’ve run out of breath once, then listen.” Newt puts his hand on Hermann’s shoulder. The skin is smooth, taut, warm. The candles smell of vanilla and chamomile.

“I will hold you to that,” Hermann’s voice has gone rather breathy, he looks hungrily at Newt. “You are overdressed.”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Newt beams, and starts on his clothes.

Hermann waits until he’s naked before slowly, lingeringly pulling his own underwear off and no one, no one has ever made boxer briefs looks this sexy.

Newt hops on the bed and the sheets arer soft, add a nice, sweetly laundered smell to the scented candles. Hermann smells of his shower gel, and a faint hint of aftershave. The skin on his neck is smooth and butter-soft, and Newt latches on and starts to suck.

He shifts his legs so Hermann’s bad leg fits between his, the heat of Newt’s thighs soaking into it. Hermann sighs happily, pins him down gently and slides up until his cock brushing against Newt’s balls. Newt jerks up, the contact sudden and brilliant and he goes from half-hard to hard enough to pound nails at once.

Hermann bends down and finds Newt’s mouth with his. He tastes of toothpaste. “You really worked hard at this.” Newt grins.

“Hush,” Hermann’s cheeks are pink, his body glows gold in the flicking candlelight. His eeyes glitter, “I like to make an effort sometimes.”

“I love it.” Newt breathes, their cocks rest against each other, hot and hard but sweet, not demanding. A chance to take their time. “It’s been- we don’t get much time for this.”

“That’s why it’s important.” Hermann murmurs, and kisses him again. He rocks gently, Newt moans at the slight, hungry friction, cants his hips for more.

He wraps an arm around Hermann’s neck to keep him down, kisses again, aand again and again until Hermann is flushed and breathless.

They roll to their sides, Hermann’s bad leg resting on Newt’s. Newt shifts his weight to rest it slightly on Hermann, pressing them together. Hermann reaches between them, and cups their cocks. 

“Where did you get the candles?” Newt whispers, gasps as Hermann gentle teases the foreskin back, lets the heads rub together, slick and sending sparks through him.

“Chris apparently does a sideline of artisanal candles,” Hermann murmurs, shifts so they press closer together. He groans, leans down for another kiss. “I have a dinner planned too.”

“Did I-” Newt shudders as Hermann fists their cocks, “Is this an anniversary or something? Did I miss it-” he chokes, gasps, feels his body- as relaxed and warm as he feels, his cock is rock-hard and his balls tight.

“No,” Hermann kisses him again. “Do I need a reason to treat you?”

Newt blinks. “I- remind me to surprise you with something really, really nice.”

Hermann laughs breathlessly. Rocks harder and makes them gasp into each other’s mouth. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Newt mumbles, arches his back and chokes, orgasm trembling and tight in his belly.

“I- I wanted-” anything more is lost as words fail them both. Then there is nothing but their bodies, their sweat, the sea-motion of thrusts and rocking and then hot, white pleasure like a cresting wave running through them both.

Newt relaxes on the bed, Hermann’s head rests on his chests, rubs his fingers mindlessly over the faintly raised lines of the tattoos, the few thin hairs. “Go on then.”

“What?” Hermann sighs, lifts his head tiredly.

“Herms, I love you, but you never do this. What’s going on?”

Hermann is silent for a moment, then- “Can it wait until tomorrow?”

Newt pauses. “Is it something I did?”

“it has nothing to do with us.” Hermann says firmly.

“Okay then.”

——————————————————————

The next morning, Newt sees Hermann’s latest Breach predictions and- yeah. He can see why Hermann decided to treat them.

They won’t get the chance to do so again.

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