Steamy Oneshots

Cisaac

↳ 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓶
By the way, loves, Cisaac stands for Carter and Isaac.

Oh and if you have not seen the Hamiliton musical, you will find a few spoilers.

In unison, Isaac and Carter belted out the words of the Hamiliton songs in a sing-song voice. "Every action has an equal opposite reaction. ....While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket. It must be nice, it must be nice to have Washington on your side."

Every word of the topnotch musical the pair sang, their voices off key, but in perfect harmony simultaneously. Between each song, Isaac and Carter doubled over in laughter, as they munched on their buttery popcorn.

While wrapped up in Isaac's embrace, Carter leaned into his bare chest, his pinewood cologne wafting in the air. Throughout the second act, Carter peered at the screen with tears in his eyes. As Philip uttered his final words, Carter's resolve crumbled. A cracked sob fell past his plump, petal-like lips. "He never even counted to ten," the honey haired boy countered, the tone of his voice brittle. "That wasn't fair."

"I know, Carty," Isaac assures him. "But he's an angel now, remember?" His fingers thread through Carter's tangly, golden brown curls and he peppered butterfly kisses across the constellations his freckles form. He cradles him in his tanned arms, lined with snow-white veins, and traces his skin, beneath the fabric of his tshirt.

Carter loops his arms around Isaac's neck. "He was my favorite character, though, Issy."

At the affectionate nickname, Isaac faintly blushes a rosy hue. Ever since they were children, Isaac had called him Carty and Carter nicknamed him Issy. Carter was the only one who had given a nickname and he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it.

He cherished the nickname because it was spoken by Carter, with his voice full of sunshine and drops of honey. If anyone else called him that, he'd cock them in the mouth without hesitation.

🌹👑🌹👑🌹👑🌹👑🌹👑🌹👑🌹👑🌹

Carter was plopped at the edge of the bed, whilst he peered at Isaac through hooded eyelids. Isaac leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, as his chocolate eyes trailed down his body. Draped in black lace, he aroused Isaac even more and as a result, his dick hardened beneath the fabric of his washed-out jeans. "Care to explain what's on your mind?"

Carter held his lips between his teeth. "You," he responded in a light, buttery voice, "fucking me."

"Oh, is that so?" Isaac advanced closer to the now-flustered, hazel eyed boy; his lips fell to his ear. "Then you have to beg for it."

His jaw dropped. "W-What?"

"You heard me, Carty. I want to hear you beg." Isaac trailed his finger down the fabric of the lacy material, whilst his sultry  gaze dropped to the salient erection. "You want me to touch you, don't you?" In reply, a soft moan rose up from Carter's throat.

His head thrown back, Carter dug his nails into the silky, cream sheets when Isaac grazes his digits over his cock, concealed by lace. "I-Isaac."

"Give me your hands," he breathes in his ear, his voice silvery. Obediently, he holds his hands out for him.

Curled onto his lips was a smirk and Isaac tied a lavender ribbon he had tucked into his front pocket around Carter's wrists. With his hands held above his head, Carter watched the boy he loved irrevocably trail his tongue across his fabric-covered slit. "Holy fuck!"

"Stop biting your lips," Isaac orders, whilst he glides a finger, coated with lube, beneath the lace, "dammit."

He bucks his hips up. "Isaac," he says in a needy tone. As soon as he skims over his prostate, a piercing scream falls past Carter's bitten lips. "Fucking hell, Isaac!"

Isaac douses Carter's thighs in faint, blush-pink hickeys and buttery kisses. "I love you, baby doll. You're so damn beautiful," he whispers in a silvery voice. "Your body is so beautiful." Carter whimpers lowly at the words of praise that slipped past Isaac's lips. "Fuck, you feels so damn good, baby," he says in his ear, his voice nearly a moan. Arching his back, Carter shoots ropes of white cum all over the delicate, lacy material. "Don't worry, babe, I'll buy you a new one," Isaac promises, while he nibbles gently on Carter's smooth, caramel skin.

"Shit," he screams out as soon as Isaac abruptly grasps his cock, that was throbbing and already leaking with pre cum. Hooking his arms under Carter's legs, Isaac carries him into the en-suite bathroom connected to their bedroom. After he runs the bath water and basks the bathroom in a warm, candlelight glow, he slips in behind Carter. While murmuring soft promises down his ear, he slowly eases his lubed cock, covered in a condom, into his entrance.

As soon as the leisure pace becomes brisk, Carter grabs ahold of the edge of the bathtub for support, while he moans Isaac's name repeatedly, his voice filled with estacy.

"Jesus Christ! Isaac," he whimpers in pleasure at the feel of Isaac drilling into him.

Encouraged by Carter's sounds of pleasure, Isaac paints the condom in his cum. Soon after, Carter follows suit and sinks into Isaac's chest, who immediately pulls him into his embrace. "I love you, Carty," he says in a whisper.

Smiling, Carter replies, "I love you, too, Issy."

💕🙈 I love these two so fucking much. I've written other one shots about them in the past, that I never posted. Anyway, who do you prefer? Honestly, Isaac is my all-time favorite. He used to be so cocky and a bit of an elitist, but he grew so much. I'm so proud of him. 🥺💞