Thomas pushed his nose into Newt's shoulder, breathing deep in the scent that was uniquely his boyfriend. If sunshine had a scent, Newt embodied it perfectly. Thomas nipped lightly at the pale skin underneath him, drawing Newt's attention away from his book and up to Thomas.
"What are you doing?" Newt asked, His eyebrows creased in confusion. Thomas just smile from his position, buried into Newt's neck.
"Enjoying your smell," Thomas replied happily. Newt huffed softly at Thomas' strangeness but allowed him to stay put. "Don't pretend you like you don't enjoy it. You love that I smell you all the time."
"Last time you did this, you ended up getting me sick," Newt retorted. Thomas stuck out his tongue and sniffled just for the rise it got out of the blonde in his lap. He flipped the page of his book, attempting to read while Thomas' hands roamed his body. Thomas reached for the button of Newt's jeans at attempted to pull the fabric apart. Newt shifted quickly away from the invading hands and planted himself on the other end of the couch.
"A little prudish today?" Thomas asked as he moved to lay on top of Newt. "What's bothering you?"
"You are! I need to finish reading these five chapters before I can try to teach it to my class tomorrow. It'll be very obvious if I don't know what I'm doing if I have nothing to talk about," Newt retorted, sourness lacing his voice.
"Take a break for an hour. Get lunch with me," Thomas tried to persuade as he thumbed over Newt's groin. Newt moaned at the contact but remained unmoved.
"That's definitely not lunch, dim-wit!" Newt snapped.
"I'll save it for dessert later tonight, then," Thomas spat back as he moved off Newt. The smaller boy groaned at the loss of contact that earned him a knowing smirk. "I'll order a pizza, then. You want the usual from LaRosa's?" Newt grunted in response, his mind already lost back in his book.
The book, of course, was forgotten an hour later when the sunshine smell became too much and Thomas simply had to have a taste, right from the source.