Newtmas Oneshots ^~^

In which they do it

"Yes." 

"Great." Thomas pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. 

Newt was staring at his bare chest. 

"Don't act like you've never seen me without a T-shirt, Newtie," Thomas said playfully. 

"It just still astounds me how someone can be so goddamn hot," Newt confessed. 

"Aren't you a sweetheart," Thomas kissed his lips again and pulled Newt's T-shirt off, also throwing that on the floor. "So...do you want me to blow you? Or-"

"Nah Tommy," Newt leaned forward and nipped his ear. "I want your dick up my ass," he breathed. 

Thomas swallowed, and felt his jeans become tighter. "I can do that too. You have to lie down though." 

Newt climbed off Thomas's lap and smiled at the bulge in Thomas's jeans. "Got you worked up already?" He smirked, lying down on his stomach. 

"Just wait until I'm through with you, babe. You'll be seeing stars for the rest of the day." 

And just like that Newt became nervous again. "Will it hurt?" He asked quietly. 

Thomas sensed the change of mood. "Only for a little bit. But then it'll go away and it'll feel really good." 

"Promise?" 

"Promise." Thomas placed a gentle hand on Newt's lower back, rubbing it for a moment. "I'm gonna take your jeans off now, okay love?" 

Newt nodded and Thomas pulled the jeans down from his hips, leaving Newt in his boxers. 

Newt had never felt so vulnerable. 

Thomas took his jeans off as well, his erection becoming more prominent. 

"How big are you?" Newt asked. 

"Em...I think around like, what, 20 and an half inches?" Thomas said and Newt's eyes widened. "Oh Newt, I'm kidding, love. I'm...average. You can take it." 

"Gave me a heart attack," Newt muttered.  

"Sorry babe," Thomas apologised. "Can I take off your boxers?" 

Newt nodded, his heart beating rapidly. "Yeah."

"Are you sure? You know we don't have to," Thomas looked at the blonde with caring eyes and Newt could've sworn he fell in love all over again. 

"I want to," Newt said. "I definitely want to." 

Thomas leaned down and kissed Newt's bare shoulder. "Okay," he said, and pulled off Newt's boxers. 

Then, Newt turned over onto his back. He wanted Thomas to see him. 

Thomas's eyes slowly widened, they roamed Newt's body, taking in every inch of skin. "Damn," he said softly. 

"Damn?" 

"Damn, you're smoking hot." 

Newt blushed. "Will you just...y'know..." 

"Of course. I'm gonna stretch you a bit first though, is that okay?" 

Newt nodded. "Yeah." 

Thomas grinned and pulled a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. Then he pulled Newt onto his lap and coated his fingers in the liquid. 

"Ready love?" He murmured against Newt's lips. 

Newt nodded and kissed him. 

While their mouths moved against each other, Thomas held one hand on Newt's hip, the other went down, a slick finger circled Newt's entrance. Then it slid in.