Re: [Climbing: Patrick & Newt]
All things considered, Newt was chaste in his instigation. He didn't straddle Patrick, though he wanted to. He didn't touch the expanse of exposed chest, though he wanted to. Even the kiss, while not particularly modest, could've been more than it was, if he'd made it so—but, he'd not. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that they were in public, even if no one could see them. And he wasn't oblivious to the fact that the day, though it'd hardly started, had already proven quite difficult. Talking to Adrian'd been difficult—for the both of them—and so on. He'd a single moment of uncertainty, and that was when Patrick looked from one planted hand to the other, but that was all. It didn't derail him. He still kissed the other man.
Patrick broke it open further, parting lips and demanding, and Newt followed suit. As Patrick came up onto his elbows, Newt smiled briefly as they crashed together. But, it didn't last. He was rather too involved for it to, and he was letting the tide of his tongue move against Patrick's with barely suppressed greed. His own hand slid, from nape to a press of chalk-covered, gloved palm to Patrick's clavicle. He wanted more, and likely they both knew it, but he kept himself corralled. The hand that slipped to touch him earned a suck of breath against the shore of Patrick's lips, before Newt more insistently bent over the man, in direct challenge to Patrick being upon his elbows. He could've given and fallen back, soft and gentle and yielding. He didn't. He let his knee fall just so over Patrick as he moved closer to him, him on his own elbow just beside Patrick's, and his body along the line of Patrick's side. He did not, physically or otherwise, press the man down, but he didn't relent either. If he was going to be put on his back, Patrick was going to work for it.
His skin, where Patrick touched, felt as if it were on fire, and Newt knew his cheeks were just as aflame and obvious. All of him was one giant betrayal of interest, but all he let himself focus on was that he could taste the salt of sweat on Patrick's lips as he moved to suck on one, then the other. He knew better now than to let the kiss break, than to let himself stray. He focused instead upon taking a breath, tilting his head, and continuing to kiss Patrick. Chalk led the way from clavicle to sternum.