Hamilton Smut

Feverish

Phillips first heat was nothing like his parents had explained it.
It was so much worse, every expanse of his freckled skin felt aflame. His insides churning and stomach twisting agonizingly, it was torture. Slick seeped from his tight, untouched hole, running uncomfortably down his quivering thighs. Filling the room with the scent of heavy arousal, his fingers balling in the mesh pillowcase.

Phillip whined high in the back of his throat, hips bucking ravenously into the air as waves of want rolled off his feverish skin. His rational mind was clouded with lust ridden thoughts. The need to be filled to the brim, wanted to be used by an Alpha.
"F-fuck," Pip whimpered his hazel eyes squelched shut, eyebrows knit as his fangs worked his bottom lip. He was alone in the Hamilton household, going into his first heat. Sweat dribbled from his brow, patience growing more and more thin.

Phillips mother Elizabeth had gone out of her way and left him a care package to 'take care' of himself, find relief in the rough time soon to come. He'd read the letter in advance and was shocked to say the least. His mother had went out and bought him dildos, fucking dildos.

Phillip was blind with embarrassment before but now understood, all he wanted was to be filled. Pips fingers fumbled for the wicker basket, barely grazing the handle. He bent over backwards snatching the basket up forcefully, dumping the remains onto his twisted bedsheets.

Phillip sat up abruptly staring down the silicone with hungry eyes. He reached forward with hesitance fumbling with the different sizes and settings they had.
He decided on a seemingly smaller, vibrating, dildo.
Pips throat went dry as he stared the thing down, he'd never imagined sticking something in his ass would bring pleasure. But, here he was fists ripping his slick stained boxers to bundle around his ankles.

The Hamiltons had recently, as of a few months ago, brought in Gilbert de Lafayette's eldest son Georges to stay with them, until his father was bailed from prison. His father was working his ass off on this case, but it all paid off having a cute Alpha to share a room with had it's perks.

Phillip fell onto his back with a thud legs kicking his boxers off with haste. He positioned the head of the dick at his entrance, relishing in the stretch. There was enough slick to provide as lubricant, the silicone sliding within him with gilded ease.

And God, Phillip was head over heels in love with the thought of him bending over backwards for the Frenchman. Every right minded fiber of his being screamed 'no!' but his lust reeled heart wailed 'yes!'. A whorish moan passed his chapped, bruising lips. The slow burn of being stretched wracking his body. The room felt foggy and frankly hotter than hell.

Phillip was drunk on the thought of Georges. Fantasizing about his large, demanding hands, pulling at his hips and twining in his curly hair.
He whined desperate for something, anything. Pip drew the dildo back thrusting it into his hole at an agonizing pace.

He wanted to go faster, so much faster, but he knew he'd be sore the next morning and for the rest of the week soon to come. The image of Georges muttering dirty French words into his ear was tantalizing, Phillips free hand snaking up to grip his leaking cock.

"Phillip!" A strong, heavily French accented voice called out followed shortly after with the heavy oak door being slammed shut.
A strangled cry passed his lips, come splattering across his abdomen. Phillips head was spinning, breathing labored as he came down from his high.

"G-Georges? What?" He whimpered scrambling to pull on some clothes, quickly spraying on some perfume, something to hide his heavily lust scented aroma.
Georges thundering footsteps came thumping up the hardwood stairs. Pips fingers fumbling to pull on a damn t-shirt, trying to ignore how he'd just been thinking so horridly about his roommate.