Disclaimer: I don't own Pacific Rim or any of its characters, wishful thinking aside.

Authors Note #1: This is my first Pacific Rim story, so I am pretty much testing the waters. I have not yet had the pleasure of reading/watching any other source material other than the movie itself. So, in respect to that, this story is based on the material we have been given during the movie and the movie alone.

Warnings: This story is meant to fit in post-movie. *Contains: adult language, adult content, sexual content, possible consent issues, movie spoilers, smut and more!

Kaiju Goo and Personal Space Bubbles

Chapter Seven

Discomfort spiked momentarily over arousal as the sharp corner of the wall dug into his spine. He tried to push back, shrugging his shoulders, trying to inch just a little bit more to the right. But the reaction on Hermann's end was immediate.

A strong hell no, in fact, as Hermann actually snarled.

His free hand came up, defensive and open-palmed, slick with sweat and pre-cum as Hermann's teeth sunk deep into the vulnerable curve of his neck. He froze, twitching underneath his skin as his brain and dick fizzed and spat like exposed electrical wires.

"Ahh! Okay, Okay! I get it, big boy. You're the boss, the alpha or whatever," he agreed, tongue darting out to wet his lips as the man's fingers tightened in his hair, forcing him to bare his neck.

"Oh god, don't eat me. I know I'm delicious and whatever but-" he babbled, legitimately freaking the fuck out even as his prick did the impossible – throbbing hotly against his thigh, pressing up against his zipper in a way that made him want to-

But the teeth around his throat only tightened.

"Or, you know, I can just shut up," he offered weakly.

The huff Hermann expelled into his nape was so familiar it hurt. Almost approving as he licked the shell of his ear contritely before burying his face back into his neck, soothing the mark with soft kisses and nuzzling licks.

Christ.

He had no idea Herman would be so, well, you know. He'd seen it, the desires, the fantasies, the wants, the needs. He knew Hermann. Hell, he knew him from the inside out. And yet, the man still managed to surprise him.

He licked his licks, disbelieving to a fault.

He'd be god damned if the man wasn't pushing buttons he didn't know he even had.

And stick up the ass or not, he had to admit he liked that.

The air above their heads was close - heady - humid with their combined breaths. He felt strangely aware, hyper-sensitive as seemingly every inch of the man ground into him. Hands, fingers, lips, hips, arms, it was all encompassing, overwhelming. The perfect mix of too much and not enough.

Hermann's fingers dug into his skin, raking down the jut of his collarbone as he traced the outline of his tattoos with his tongue, leaning into him for balance as his head thumped back against the wall. He was too far gone to care as his jeans pooled around his ankles, unable to muffle the moan that illicited as the man's hand dipped into his shorts, slick and fever-hot as he squeezed his eyes shut, desperate to-

"Newton…" the man hummed, hot breaths gusting across the shell of his ear, chilling through the track of saliva he'd left as Hermann paused in the act of pressing open-mouthed kisses across the span of his collar bone.

He froze, mouth working as Hermann panted into the crook of his neck, hips grinding together – rough now – beyond desperate as his name left the man's lips like a mantra.

And really, there was just something about that which totally blew his mind. Because Hermann was so far gone he didn't even understand how pants worked anymore, and yet, he could still find it in him to say his name?

In all honesty, that was the last coherent thought he had. Because before he could really process it, Hermann had grabbed him by the lapels, his thin fingers deceptively strong as they crushed the wrinkled edge of his collar, fisting it in his grip for a long moment before he leaned backwards and yanked.

He didn't know how else to describe it when his shirt ripped clean in two, fabric and buttons flying everywhere as Hermann's nostrils flared in triumph. He didn't have to. The image was ingrained in his brain, a full feature with living color as the man's smirk only widened, toothy and baser as Hermann's eyes flashed dark in the half light.

He blinked.

And okay, wow, he could seriously get on board with wherever Herman was planning on taking this.

God, he was so easy.

A/N #1: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! Reviews and constructive critiquing are love! – The next chapter should be up in a few days.