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(Sorry I've never written smut so this might be bad 😭.. but anyway, if you don't like smut, I suggest you skip! <3)

Newt seemed oblivious to Thomas's inner turmoil. He leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of Thomas's head, effectively trapping him beneath him on the couch. "You okay, Tommy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he looked down at him.

Thomas nodded mutely, too flustered to form a coherent response. He could feel the heat radiating off of Newt's body, the proximity making his heart race even faster. He was torn between the desire to push Newt away and the urge to pull him closer.

Newt chuckled, obviously enjoying having Thomas trapped beneath him. He leaned forward, his body weight pressing against Thomas, his face just inches from Thomas's own. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he teased, his voice low and sultry.

Thomas swallowed, his mouth dry. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Newt's, the intensity in the other boy's eyes making his stomach flip. "I-I don't know what you're playing at, Newt," he managed to stammer out, his voice betraying the tumult of emotions raging within him.

"Mmm, I'm not playing anything, Thomas," Newt replied, his voice still holding that same, sultry tone. He leaned closer, his lips grazing against the sensitive spot just below Thomas's ear. "I just want to have a little fun, that's all."

Thomas shivered, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. Newt's breath was hot against his skin, making his skin tingle and his stomach flutter. He knew he should pull away, should put a stop to this madness. But he couldn't do it, his body refusing to cooperate.

Newt chuckled again, obviously loving the effect he was having on Thomas. He ran his lips down the side of Thomas's neck, his tongue darting out to trace his pulse point. "You're so sensitive, Tommy," he purred, his breath coming out in hot puffs against Thomas's collarbone.

Thomas could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, his body responding to Newt's touch despite his better judgement. He wanted to protest, to put a stop to this, but he couldn't find his voice. All he could do was lay there, his body trapped beneath Newt's, a prisoner to the sensations coursing through him.

Newt continued his ministrations, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of Thomas's exposed skin. He reached the base of Thomas's throat and nipped at the soft skin there, marking him. "You taste so good, Tommy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Thomas gasped, the bite sending a sharp thrill through him that went straight to his groin. His fingers gripped the fabric of the couch cushions, his knuckles turning white with the effort to hold himself together. "Newt, we...we can't," he protested weakly, his voice coming out in a whimper. "This is crazy."

Newt pulled back just enough to look down at Thomas, his gaze sharp and intense. "Why not?" he asked, a lazy, almost predatory smile playing on his lips. "We're stuck here all weekend with no one to disturb us. We might as well make the best of it."

Thomas opened his mouth to object, to protest that they were enemies, that this was wrong, but before he could say anything, Newt rolled his hips, grinding against him, and all coherent thought left Thomas's mind.

Thomas's eyes widened at the sensation, his whole body flooding with pleasure. He gasped, his head falling back against the couch cushions, his hips automatically arching up to meet Newt's. He couldn't deny how good it felt, how right it felt, even though it was so, so wrong.

Newt let out a low, guttural moan at the contact, the sound sending a shiver down Thomas's spine. "You feel so good, Tommy," he murmured, burying his face in the crook of Thomas's neck. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

Thomas's head was spinning. Newt's words, the sound of his voice, the feel of his body pressing against his own, it was all too much to process. "You have?" he managed to gasp out, his voice breathless from desire.