Our Little Secret ||Historical Lams Oneshots||

Sinful

i did it. i fucking did it.

this title was literally all i could think of so deal with it

so um this is gonna be really bad lmao and screams "instant regret" the whole way through

if you're ace, innocent, uncomfy with sexual stuff, or my parents, i'd recommend not reading :)

i'm not going all the way tho bc that makes me uncomfy ✌🏻

what has my life come to that i've sunk to this point

The night was silent. The only sound was that of John and I's slow, steady breaths. A couple candles were the only thing providing us with any luminescence. I was laying on top of him, my eyelids heavy and half-closed.

I would've let sleep wash over me had I not felt John's lips press to my neck, lightly but enough to allow me to realize it. I release a shuddering breath as his kisses trail down to my shoulder, his hand pushing my sleeve off of it.

"John..." I murmur. "What- what are you doing?"

"Should I stop?" He doesn't pause in his endearments, but slows a bit. "I'm just kissing you." I can practically hear the tease in his voice, and I decide to keep this going.

"Well, perhaps it would be better if you kissed me in the right place." I say, shifting my shoulder back. I tilt my head and catch his mouth with mine. John is quick to respond, his hands landing on the small of my back and pulling me close.

It almost immediately becomes a more passionate kiss as John bites down softly on my lip, almost so that I didn't notice he'd done so. Almost.

I part my lips against his and graciously allow him dominance. I feel him smirk into the kiss as his grasp around me tightens and he flips so I'm beneath him.

Breaking off for a moment to gasp, I watch him as his eyes flutter open again, their sky blue color glazed over with a look I only knew too well. I whisper his name, ignoring the blush that spread furiously across my face, and tug the black ribbon out of his hair so the honey-blond strands frame his face, tossing it onto the floor beside us.

"Alexander," John breathes, his gaze traveling across my face. "I want you."

My heart speeds up. "Then have me, I'm yours for the taking." I'm well aware that the look of desire that shines in John's eyes is beginning to reflect in my own.

His hands move from my back to the neck of my shirt, his long fingers fumbling to unbutton it. I close my eyes once more at the sudden contact of his hand dragging along my newly exposed collarbone, a shiver rippling through my body.

John's finger is replaced by his lips, kisses moving from my neck to my chest and back again. I throw my head back deeper into the pillow as his tender grazes hardened and he ran his teeth over my skin, biting ever-so-slightly every once in a while. I pull my other arm out of its sleeve so my top half is at his welcome mercy.

He grips my waist and I arch my back on instinct, giving into his touch. "John..." I moan softly as he nips at my neck again, sucking as he leaves a mark I know will be there for days.

Pausing, he looks up at me, a mischievous smile gracing his face. "What is it, dear boy?" John's mouth moves next to my ear as he whispers the low words, nibbling on the tip of it. My blush only grows.

"Take me," The words are barely audible. "Take me."

John plants a peck on my jawline before shifting it to my lips, meeting them in a furious kiss. We kiss like there's no tomorrow, clutching each other like we'll disappear if we let go.