Guns and Ships

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The Frenchman seemed to have a knack for getting himself into strange situations. Especially when it came to his relationship with Jefferson. It's been roughly three months since the older male found out about Lafayette's... hobbies. As the Frenchman was dressing in the beautiful gowns Eliza had sent him, Jefferson had walked in. It's been used as blackmail ever since.

It's also been used against him in other ways too. Like now, Lafayette was wearing a beautiful purple dress, his hair tied back and makeup done. He was on his hands and knees obediently waiting for the ambassador. Jefferson returned from the other room, but Lafayette didn't dare take his gaze off of the floor. His breath picked up as he felt the man got closer.

Slowly, Jefferson ran his fingers up the frenchmans spine and slowly wrapped them in his hair. He kneeled down in front of the male and smirked. He gently cupped the smaller males face.

"What a beautiful whore." Thomas purred, running a thumb over Lafayettes lip.

"Yours." Lafayettes voice shook, breath light and panty. He felt his heart racing. As much as he wanted to hate this- as much as he wanted to hate Thomas, he just loved when he was praised.

"Mine?" Thomas left a gentle kiss on the queers lips. The kiss was slow and soft, as if Lafayette wasn't wasn't in a dress and ready to get fucked.

Lafayette felt the heat building up on his skin and in the pit of his stomach. All Jefferson was doing was leaning over him and kissing down his neck. He was usually obedient- never speaking up or begging unless told to. But right now, he couldn't help but let out small whimpers and pleads for more.

"Please-" Lafayette bit his lip and arched his back, letting out a whimper. Jefferson halted his movements, grinning slightly as he pulled away.

"Please what?" He asked with a tone of irritation. He walked over to a table, not far from where Lafayette waited. "Do you want a treat?"

Lafayette couldn't bring himself to respond when he saw the gun that Thomas had picked up. The lust in eyes quickly turned into fear as the tall male got closer. The cold tip of the gun was pressed to Lafayette's lips, soon pushing past the males lips and into his mouth. Face flushed, the Frenchman slowly licked up the barrel of the gun, sucking and bobbing his head.

With a smirk, Thomas pushed the gun farther down Lafayette's throat, making him gag. The male did his best to take it, just trying not to get hard from this. It wasn't working. His gently rubbed his thighs together as his eyes filled with lust and he felt his drool dribble his chin.

The sight in front of him was marvelous. Thomas couldn't help himself as he pulled the gun away from Lafayettes lips and removed his own pants. The Frenchman in a dress just pushed the American to his edge. He roughly pushed Lafayette onto the bed before kissing him. The layers of the gown flowed around them like a river as Jefferson ran his hands up Lafs legs,stroking the males hard cock, earning a loud moan in return.

"You really are just a horny bitch." Jefferson hissed, leaving dark hickeys and bite marks down Lafayettes neck. He lifted the frenchmans leg over his shoulder and slowly pushed into his tight hole.

"H-ha~ hurry!" Lafayette whined, covering his face with his arms. He rolled his hips, trying to speed up the process. His nails dug into Jeffersons shoulders as he felt himself be filled. The movements were slow at first, but soon each thrust was harder and faster than the last. Lafayette attempted to muffle his noises by burying his face in Thomas' shoulder, only for his hair to be yanked back.

"Let me hear you." Jefferson purred, knowing every little rough thrust, every little bite and hair pull was pushing the male to his edge. Before Jefferson could even find his prostate, Lafayette was cumming all over himself and the dress. Jefferson smirked and continued his rough thrust and searched for the frenchmans little bundle of nerves, earning a loud cry in pleasure when he did. Soon the two of them were cumming again, panting heavily.

Jefferson laid his head on the others chest as he came down from his high. He left small kisses all over Lafs cheek, smiling softly.

"I love you." He whispered, Lafayette already falling asleep.