-I'm a terrible person for loving this as much as I do. Anyway, here's my new chapter! Your reviews always make me smile and I'm so happy you're all enjoying this so much. Until next time!:)-

-DAY 18: Try something new in the bedroom-

Newt was turning into quite a dark little angel.

-X-X-X-

It was a lazy late night. Belle had been asleep for quite some time and outside, there wasn't a trace of sunlight anymore. It was steadily growing colder at nighttime with the coming winter, only a few brown leaves clinging to their branches. Above the stark trees, the stars winked down from outside the living room windows, observing the scene inside. On a wide TV screen, a romantic movie was playing with a young girl laughing at something a guy had said to her. A lithe calico cat scampered across the couch cushions, amber eyes round and curious. It reached a barrier in the form of red pajama bottoms. Meowing, it reached out with a paw and batted at them.

"Hey, Coal," a smooth voice said. "What're you doing over there?"

In reply, Coal mewed again, more insistently this time. Her demands were met by her owner's fingers running down her back. Arching her back up into the sensation, she purred gratefully. "Aw, get up here," that voice mumbled. Ha, what a sucker he was for her.

Minho was grinning like a fool as he scooped Coal up with a hand and placed her in his lap. She flopped over onto her back and let him rub her stomach. Her fur was soft to the touch and the purrs tumbling from her chest vibrated under his hand. Minho chuckled when she tugged at his black tee with her paws. He really did love his cat. He poked her once on the nose and she grabbed his finger with her forepaws.

"You're unbelievable."

Minho didn't even glance up at the sound of Newt's voice. He just smiled wider and continued petting his beloved cat. "Jealous?" he asked loftily.

"Of a cat?" Newt scoffed.

"Not just any cat." Lifting Coal up, Minho dropped a kiss on her forehead and prompted another pleased meow. "The cat I'm holding right now instead of you."

"Please. She knows she can never compare to me."

"And how do you figure that?"

"I can do things to you that she never will."

Minho finally looked up at that, eyebrows rising, and gazed at the angel on the couch with him. Newt reclined on the cushions carelessly, his side squished up against Minho's. The blonde was adorable in boxers and a blue T-shirt, the latter of which had a yellow smiley face stamped on the chest. He slanted a look up at Minho through sooty blue eyes, half a smile playing on his lips. Minho stared at his husband's tousled golden hair and the hand resting on his knee. Newt was a gorgeous little thing tonight, wasn't he?

"Oh?" he asked, going back to stroking Coal's ears and head. "And what 'things' do you do to me, exactly?" He heard no answer from Newt and was about to ask again, when fingertips appeared on his chin. Minho blinked as Newt turned his head to meet his eyes, just before they kissed. Newt had Minho's bottom lip between his teeth in the first second and slowly, Minho set Coal back down on the couch. His hands came up to cup Newt's cheeks, thumbs stroking the places beneath his eyes. Newt sucked lightly on his lower lip and Minho let out a soft whimper. With a silky curve of a smile, Newt whispered into Minho's lips, "I can show you what I do to you."

Minho's eyebrows rose in surprise, because it was almost always Minho who asked for sex and never Newt, he was so devastatingly chaste, but—God, now he was taking Minho's hand and standing up off the couch. "I—is Belle asleep?" Minho asked stammeringly, letting Newt drag him off the couch and through the living room.

"Yeah," was Newt's tossed-over-his-shoulder answer.

"Are you sure? I mean, because I just don't want to—" The words dropped away when Newt paused and looked back at Minho with those gorgeous blue eyes.

"You know, Min," Newt began playfully, sidling over to Minho with a hand splayed on his chest, "you're acting like you don't wanna make love to me." The last words were whispered, as he leaned up and breathed them into Minho's ear.

Minho shuddered from his head to his toes. He couldn't resist cupping the back of Newt's neck and pulling him into another kiss. Newt hummed into his mouth, taking the breaths that Minho gasped softly against his lips. Intertwining their fingers, he broke it, already backing up down the hallway. Minho laughed breathlessly like a fool and allowed Newt to guide him back down the hall that led to the bathroom and the bedrooms. He felt like a teenager again, clumsy with the feeling of affection filling him up. They passed the bathroom, and Belle's room, the door closed as she slept inside. At the back of the hallway was Minho's and Newt's room.

Newt was through the door in an instant, closing it firmly, and shoving Minho back against it. Minho was already breathing heavier, his hands on Newt's lower back, curling into his T-shirt. He nearly lost his breath altogether when Newt kissed his nose sweetly, then nipped his upper lip. "I've wanted you all night," the blonde confessed, running his hands up and down Minho's chest.

"Could've told me earlier," Minho rasped, sneaking a hand under Newt's shirt to feel his bare skin at his waist.

Newt placed a kiss on Minho's neck, a tease at what was coming. "Love, take your shirt off," he murmured, hooking his fingers in the hem of Minho's tee.

Cracking a sly grin, Minho lifted his arms up above his head. "Take it off for me."

Newt bit his lip, catching his smile, and took the hem of Minho's T-shirt in his hands. He took his time peeling the fabric up Minho's body, admiring the rippling muscle and perfect skin. Minho gave a tiny sigh once the shirt was gone, on the floor, and his hands were back on Newt's hips. His thumbs stroked back and forth on the place above Newt's boxers. Newt was looking at him with a fog in his gaze; he placed a hand flat on Minho's stomach and ran his fingers over the muscle there. Minho made a little sound, which turned into a whine when Newt kissed the N tattooed over his heart. "You're beautiful," Newt mumbled into his skin.

"Newt, please," Minho managed. Newt's tongue was tracing the lines of the N. The blonde smirked and lifted his knee up in between Minho's legs. Gasping, Minho tried to rock his hips forward, but Newt planted his hands on his hips to stop him. "Angel, I need you, please."

"Okay," Newt breathed, and it was the most delicious invitation Minho had ever heard.

He crushed his lips to Newt's, grasping at the back of Newt's shirt, and the blonde melted for him. Newt took a step back and they backed into the room, clumsily. They were obsessed with each other, with finding more skin to touch, to kiss, always more. Newt had his fingers tangled deep in Minho's hair, tousling it into a black mess. He gasped Minho's name into his mouth, as though it was a sacred, holy word. Growling, Minho slid one hand up Newt's back, taking his shirt with it; his free hand splayed across Newt's backside, making the blonde moan softly.

"Min," Newt whispered desperately, freeing himself of his shirt just before he was pushed back onto the bed.

Minho held himself over Newt on the mattress, chest rising raggedly with every breath. Lowering his head, he grazed his lips along the ridge of Newt's ear. Stopping at the sensitive place beneath Newt's ear, he scraped his teeth over the skin. Newt tilted his head to the side, sighing in bliss. The sigh melted into a low pleading sound when Minho kissed at the scar beneath his jaw. Minho ran his tongue along it and Newt threaded his fingers into Minho's hair. Pulling Minho's hair rougher than he should have, Newt hooked his legs around Minho and flipped them over. The near-pain jolted along Minho's nerves and had him whimpering in pleasure as Newt straddled his waist.

Newt took Minho's shoulders and tugged to get him to sit up. "C'mere," he gasped out.

Minho pushed himself up, now with Newt on his lap, and looking so edible. "My angel," he breathed, as Newt kissed him again. Newt parted his lips, taking it deeper, and Minho held him around the waist as he drowned in it. They were kissing roughly, deep, and dirty. Teeth pulled at lips, breaths were huffed against each other, Minho was tasting Newt's sugary taste. Newt's fingertips skimmed down his arms, mapping out his biceps. Minho couldn't help but smirk slightly and received a scolding nip at his lips in response. Newt's touch reached his wrists, guiding them away from Newt's waist. At first, Minho couldn't figure out what Newt was doing. But he was so addicted to this kiss that he didn't pull away.

He certainly stopped, though, when he heard a snap and felt something cold around his wrists.

Pausing, Minho drew back and blinked at Newt. The blonde was smirking devilishly at him. "What—?" Minho broke off when he glanced down. He was wearing handcuffs. Raising his eyes back up to Newt again, he stared in shock. "You little shank."

Newt gave a burst of laughter, uncharacteristically dark. There was a sexy glint in his stormy eyes as he shoved Minho back in bed. "Lay down, sweetheart," he said mockingly. "Let me love you." Taking Minho's arms, he pulled them above Minho's head and hooked the chain of the handcuffs around a a carved piece of wood rising up from the headboard.

Minho, with pillows under his back, handcuffs on his wrists, and Newt on top of him, couldn't remember how to breathe. "You didn't," he deadpanned.

"I did," Newt chirped. "Comfortable?"

"As much as I can be in handcuffs."

"Good." Newt leaned down and pecked Minho's lips. "Because I'm not taking them off of you until you beg me to."

Despite himself, Minho started trembling when Newt tugged his pants down. "You think you can make me beg, huh?"

"I know I can," was the sugar-sweet reply.

"Shuckface," Minho muttered. Newt retorted with lazy lick up Minho's abs that drew a gasp out of Minho and had his arms straining against the handcuffs. His breath hitched as Newt tossed him a truly evil smirk. Blue eyes half-lidded, the blonde kissed Minho's chest and languidly rolled their hips together. Minho's head fell back with a whimper at the friction, as Newt continued grinding against him at a torturous pace. "N—Newt," Minho choked out. "T—too slow."

"You think that's slow?" Newt asked, a husky whisper in Minho's ear. "Min, we haven't even started yet."

And he began to show Minho how slow they could go