Kiss me || Dylmas

13-Loved

Disclaimer: smut at the end (the first part is very cute tho (:)

Thomas'POV

Before I finish my sentence, I feel Newt's warm lips on mine, gently doing a innocent action full of a form of passion that was unknown to me before. The kiss is almost just the contact, his lips don't move much. Newt is a very strange being. In some times he could be happy and ready to take every opportunity in life while in other he would close himself like an old book that is waiting for the true words to be found.

I could say many times that I don't understand him and yet be aware that I'm lying. I understand him more then anyone in the world because I have something magical that opens his pages to me every time. Something more powerful than words, more unique then eyesights and yet essential to our little lives. I am loved. I feel love, I give love, I say love, I kiss love and I am love. For the first time in my book, I have the opportunity to name a chapter Loved because that's what I finally am— loved.

I pull away, inches from his face. His eyes destroy mine as his breath is calm and steady, unlike the other times we kissed.
"—Tommy...'' he whispers. I don't respond, but It's like he can hear my thoughts trough my pupils.

"—Tommy, I-.. you...'' he doesn't seem to find the words.

"—I love you" we both say in unison. I feel a few raindrops fall on my hair, and then a few more. The rain suddenly starts to fall and we run inside.

"—Let's go to my room" I say and take his hand as I go up the stairs.

I sit on my bed and he sits next to me. We both stay quiet, but I decide to break the silence first.
"—Why are you so afraid?" I ask softy.

"—I don't really know.. I'm just afraid of getting hurt, I guess.." he says, looking at his hands.

"—I don't think you're afraid of pain.." I almost whisper as his chocolate eyes meet mine. "I think you're afraid of love.." he looks away, and while his pages are trying to close, I put my hand on his cheek, turning him back into the eye contact.

"—You're afraid that I'll leave you.. maybe because someone left you before..?" my voice comes out as a gentle whisper while he move his head slowly from right to left. I nod, trying to show him that if he doesn't want to talk, I understand. He seems to get the message.

In a matter of seconds, his eyes darken a bit, and his breathing that was now suddenly louder gives me butterflies.
"—I don't think I want to talk.." he sais in a deep and raspy voice as he looks at my lips, almost asking for them to get closer.

I lean forward him, still observing his eyes and waiting for his next move.

He approaches slowly until his lips are almost touching mine. I feel his warm breath as he doesn't seem to quit staring at my lips. I am fully mesmerized of how transparent his desire is trough his dark pupils. He crushes his lips to mine, kissing me slowly, like last time. But this time, I can feel two types of passion. He finally starts to move, keeping every of his actions in slow motion. I decide to open my eyes to admire him for a few seconds when I find out that he is still staring at the contact of our lips. As he notices that I'm also staring at the same thing, he stops moving, his lips stil on mine.

His breathing gets faster as he looks right at me. I almost moan as his eyes appear more darker. He pulls away from my face, straring now at my whole body as he seems to be thinking.

"—Don't move... I want to try something.. okay ?" he whispers and I make a small nod.

I observe every movement he makes. He starts to play with my hair, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. I can't think of what he would possibly like to try so I just decide to let myself appreciate the moment. His eyes suddenly leave mine to look at my hand. He slowly takes it, and as I think he wants just to hold my arm, he starts taking It to his chest, then down. But I get him wrong again, as my hand ends up on the bump in the middle of my legs. I gasp at his action as he opens his mouth at my reaction.

He lets go of my hand as he turns to me so he i sitting on the bed. I do the same so I face him, my hand still where it was. He stars at my hand as his gets to his member at which I am now staring. He unzips his pants, and I do the same, expecting that he wants me to follow his guests.
"—Tommy.. I want you to touch yourself.." his voice almost cames out as a breath, giving me a hundred of butterflies.

I take of my pants, showing my tight underwear. He doesn't move, so I put my hand back at my member and he lets out a moan. He quickly understands what he did since he immediately closes his mouth and takes off his pants. I slowly take of my underwear. His eyes don't leave my member, waiting for me to do something. I take It in my hand, slowly moving up and down. He opens his mouth but doesn't move. I start going a little faster as he groans.

"—I want you to do It too..." I stop moving to meet his eyes.

"—Do what, Tommy?"he innocently asks, trying to hide his smirk.

"—I want you to.. t-touch yourself...?" my affirmation comes out like a question as his eyes go back to my hand.

He takes off his underwear, wrapping his hand round him and I can't help but moan, staring. He starts to move his hand and so do I. I try to stay at the same rhythm as his but It's to slow so I moan again. He opens his mouth and I can see that he is trying to stay quiet, so I decide to close my eyes and..

"—Newt... fuck Newt, just like that.." I say, pretending to be imagining his hand around me.

I get what I wanted since he lets out a loud moan. I decide to open my eyes again, but as I do, he quickly climbs on top of me, wrapping his hand around me and I wrap mine around him. His mouth attacks my neck, a type of pleasure I realize I love. We both start moaning and I am really close.. but his rhythm is still to slow..

"—Faster..'' I commend and his eyes go wide as he looks at me, surprised of my words.

"—What?" he whispers.

"—Faster.. please.." I almost moan out my words as he nods and obeys.

I do the same thing and he starts moaning my name, so I know he's close too. The pleasure is just unimaginable and I finally release, almost screaming his name. After a few seconds he does the same and collapses on my chest.

"—Bloody hell, Tommy... didn't know you were this good.." he says as he's trying to catch his breath. I smirk at his words. My hand makes It's way to his messy, blonde hair, playing with the fluffy curls. I feel a slow warm around my chest I never felt before. It's like when you're home, but your home is someone else.

"—I love you.." before I can think, I let out those three words I now regret.

"—I love you too." he sais and I sigh in relief. Newt... my Newt.

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AN: Hi! First of all, I'm sorry for not updating in so long. Secondly, I'll try to update at least once in two days. Hope you're enjoying my story, and thank you for you support. Have a wonderful day! xx