Re: Outside the Homestead: Patrick G/Newt P
The way of things in Repose meant there was rather always something going on regarding Adrian. Newt'd relearnt this lesson recently, with some difficulty. He'd hoped, perhaps stupidly, that things had changed there, that Adrian had, or that even he had. That'd not happened, of course. That should've been expected, given his, Newt's, return to Repose had been expressly precipitated by Adrian landing himself, once more, in trouble.—For a moment, however, Newt wasn't thinking about that. He'd not a thought to spare for Adrian or his dramatics. He was wholly focused on Patrick beneath him, more distracted, really, than tiptoeing.
Newt sighed without reservation as Patrick kissed him back. Even the man's hands upon him were unhurried. Life amid war was chaotic and frenetic, and however intoxicating that was, so too was leisure. And Newt had truly missed Patrick. Even the feel of his smile against Newt's lips'd been missed. Newt opened his mouth, ever so slightly, lips parting in what was more a tease than anything. Long fingers played up, over the cowl of Patrick's robes, along the man's throat, in a graze over Adam's apple. Newt hummed into the kiss, appreciation obvious as Patrick's hands settled lower. Newt'd managed to land in Patrick's lap with both legs toward one of Patrick's hips, his shoulder to Patrick's chest, but he was thinking now he might be better served straddling the man.
Newt broke the kiss, just enough to shift, his trousers worn soft and close to the skin. "Did you miss me so terribly?" He asked Patrick, a play a coyness as he resettled, hands coming together over Patrick's shoulders.