Thomas knew Newt was attractive and that other people noticed. He'd be lying if he denied that the attention that Newt received annoyed him. Most of it came from desperate girls that didn't even register on Thomas' radar considering Newt's interest in – well- not girls. What bothered Thomas' possessive side was when the men began to approach Newt and the Brit lapped up the attention like a hungry kitten with a bowl of fresh milk. He knew it was harmless, for the most part everyone was trying to be friendly, but the itch was still there. Currently, Gally had his hand resting on Newt's hip and the fingers were drifting dangerously close to his back side. Newt leaned in closer to Gally's chest with the pretense of fixing his collar. Thomas balled his hands up into fists when Gally sent him a grin that would have put the Cheshire cat to shame. It took every calming technique Thomas knew not to stomp his feet with each step like a spoiled toddler.
"Hello there, Thomas. Good to see you've decided to join your boyfriend and me," Gally calmly spoke. The twinkle in his eye was begging to be snuffed out by one good right hook from Thomas' fist. "I mean this part is for Newt and you don't seemed interested in having fun with him at all. Not even a gift for him to show off!"
"Oh, Thomas is more than interested, I assure you. He gave me my gifts this afternoon plus dinner last night. He's not much of a fan for loud palaces and drunkenness," Newt offered. The look in Newt's eye, though, tipped Thomas off to something being amiss.
"Exactly. Newt, could I steal you away for a minute?" Thomas grabbed him by his wrist before a response could be formed. He led his boyfriend outside and on to the small patio just off to the side. Thomas shoved Newt against the brick wall, mindful thought to place a hand behind Newt's head to keep him from injuring himself. Thomas attached himself to Newt's mouth, kissing the blonde until his lips were swollen from the effort. Moving lower, Thomas worked his mark on Newt's neck greedily.
"I love it when you get possessive of me," Newt admitted, once he managed to catch his breath. "I should do this more often if it gets you this hot and bothered." Thomas glared up at Newt and growled in the back of his throat but kept his mouth otherwise occupied on various spots of Newt's body. Much to their mutual pleasure, of course.