"Well, Hermann--" He stepped Hermann forward, and Newt's hand slid up to the back of Hermann's head, cupping it as as he bent his 'groupie' over the stacked boxes on which he had thrown the grocery bag. "--you aren't wrong." The rewards of Hermann's efforts during Newt's shopping trip were evident through the tight pants, the contour of his hard-on straining more urgently now against the fly.
The cool tip of the marker lingered on Hermann's shoulder-blade, roughly the same position as Newt's newest tattoo. He signed a stylish autograph onto the pale, otherwise unblemished skin, then blew on it to dry the ink.
"It's been a long tour, and I'm in painful need of company." Newt ground against him, felt his breath catch as a reaction rippled through the Drift. "Though I prefer my houseguests with fewer clothes."
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Date: 2017-03-15 05:00 am (UTC)The cool tip of the marker lingered on Hermann's shoulder-blade, roughly the same position as Newt's newest tattoo. He signed a stylish autograph onto the pale, otherwise unblemished skin, then blew on it to dry the ink.
"It's been a long tour, and I'm in painful need of company." Newt ground against him, felt his breath catch as a reaction rippled through the Drift. "Though I prefer my houseguests with fewer clothes."