Hamilton Smut

Truth

Thomas felt like a fool always running back to Alex's awaiting clutches. He was as foolish as a seal running into the jaws of a shark. But here he was, standing outside of Alexanders apartment. He gave a firm knock, rocking back on the balls of his feet as he awaited death.
Moments later the door was torn open revealing Alexander, wearing only his brightly colored boxers. Not only is Alexander absolutely infuriating he has an atrocious fashion taste.

"Oh it's you," Alex mumbled leaning against the doorframe, arms folding across his bare chest.

It wasn't a sight Thomas was expecting to see but pleasant non the less.
"Yes it's me, and what the fuck are you wearing? You know I could have been a serial killer.. or-or a sweet old woman." Thomas said giving Alex's arm a swat as he made his way into the small apartment.

Alex whined trailing close behind Thomas, his arms snaking around the mans waist.
"What're you doing here at this hour? It's way past your bedtime sugar plum." He snickered standing on his tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the back of Thomas' neck.

Thomas batted Alex's drifting hands off him, "Sugar plum? Is that the best you can come up with." He scoffed, strolling further into the strangely clean home.
"Hm, I'm surprised. So you finally found out what a broom was huh?" Thomas shot Alex a look over his shoulder.

Alexander rolled his eyes the smirk falling clean off his face. "Okay Thomas what the fuck are you doing here anyway." He asked, voice edged with annoyance.
Thomas didn't seem to be listening, he was flipping through some old photo albums.
"Or did you come here to purely comment on my cleanliness? Because for your information i-"
Alex cut himself off, jaw going slack watching as his guest just rummaged through his belonging like he owned the damned place. "Hey! Stop, leave that alone." He slammed the book shut on Thomas' fingers

Thomas seethed pulling his hand to smack against his chest.
"Ouch. What're you hiding Hamilton? You got porn in there?" He was joking of course but the look on Alexanders face made him think otherwise.
He broke off into laughter watching as the mans cheeks reddened to a crimson color. Thomas huffed, his interest in the book slowly escalating. He wanted it, and he wanted it bad.
"You do have porn in there! You mangy mutt, lemme see." He held his hand out as if he was expecting Alex to just hand it over without a fight.

Alexander shook his head slowly moving backwards,
"No. Leave me alone Jefferson I don't have to show you anything." He grumbled defensively, holding the parchment against his chest.
Every step to get away from his clutches, Thomas would take a long stride forward.
"Come on. Hand over the book." Alex refused opening his mouth to retort which came out as a gasp, his back hitting the wall.

Thomas used the vulnerability to his advantage, sliding his knee in between Hamilton's legs. His hands pining him to the wall. He grinned a snake like grin, his eyes flickering with mischief or was it lust.
"Give me the book Alex." As if on command he shakily handed Jefferson the tattered photo album, tears brimming his eyes. Thomas mumbled a praise before he began flipping through the pages and.. "My god." He mumbled, pausing to admire a particular picture of someone tying Alexander up in red satin.
There was a gag, whip laid out across the bed. The image was mouthwatering.

Alexander had tears running hot down his cheeks, they felt like acid burning through his flesh. A bubbling sob came up, causing Thomas' attention to advert. He sniffled as more acidic tears rolled hot from his deep mahogany eyes.

Thomas was at a loss for words. Eventually he realized his mistake and dropped the photo album, releasing Alex.
"I'm sorry Hamilton. I-I didn't realize." He stuttered out, taking a few steps back before he realized his dick was rockhard in his jeans. Thomas' throat was dry, Alexander was staring at him like he could see right through him.
He took a shaky breath before getting to his feet, "You can't tell anyone about w-what you saw. D-do you understand?" Alex demanded striding toward Thomas grabbing him by the front of his shirt.
"Do you understand?"
Thomas nodded quickly his face ghosted with a blush.

Alex dropped his hold on the man wiping the dried tear tracks off his cheeks. "Go to the bedroom."
Thomas' eyebrows furrowed,
"What?" He choked out staring at Alexander like he was a madman.

Alex sighed rubbing his temple,
"Don't make me repeat myself Thomas." He warned icily. Thomas swallowed thickly before scrambling off to the bedroom, yanking his shirt off in a haste. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down to his thighs when Alex barged in.

"Good boy, already undressing." Alexander praised standing by Thomas' side, pressing a kiss to the mans forehead. He pulled his jeans off all the way, tossing them in the laundry hamper by the bathroom.
Alex placed a hand over his bulge smirking as a quiet moan passes Thomas' full lips.
"Already so hard and I've barely touched you." He whispered seductively, lips teasing his ear.
Alex tightened his grip on his growing erection as he bit down on his earlobe.

"Oh baby we're just getting started." He snickered, his hand snaking beneath the waistband of Thomas' boxers wrapping around his length.
"I will have you begging for me by the end of the night, my name will being the only word on your lips."
Thomas nodded rapidly his breathing becoming labored.
Alexanders pulled down his boxers letting them fall around his calves, his other hand slowly stroking him.

"Say my name."
His thumb dipped into the slit, his hold tightening around the tip.
"A-Alex!" Thomas cried, jerking at Alex's movements. Alexander smiled quickening his pace as he watched Jefferson become undone.
Moans tumbled from him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His hips bucked up to meet Alexanders strokes.
"A-Alex I'm gonna-" he broke off into a low groan as his sperm splattered onto the back of Alex's hand.

Alex crawled onto the bed, licking the milky liquid off his hand.
Thomas watched with hooded eyes, his mouth hanging open and chest heaving.
"You're gorgeous. Come here and show me what you can do pretty boy." Alexander snickered, falling back against the covers. Thomas caught his breath and moved to lay between Alex's thighs, pulling his tainted boxers down, his erection slapping against his stomach.

"Suck."
Thomas nodded, grabbing the base and positioned his mouth over the head. He sunk down slowly checking his boundaries. Once he was comfortable he began bobbing his head. Alex was a mess, feminine like moans tearing from the back of his throat. His eyes trained on Thomas the entire time.
His fingers dove into the other mans ebony curls, tugging on them as he began to reach his peak.
Thomas' tongue slipped around the head collecting precum, making Alexander wail.
He continued swirling his tongue around the tip drawing more and more whorish moans from Alex.
"Fu-uck, oh my god! Thomas I'm w-warning you now." He groaned, legs becoming wobbly. A familiar feeling in his abdomen began to swirl, his muscles convulsing. Come shot into Thomas' mouth, he swallowed it all down quickly his nose wrinkling at the salty taste.

He pulled off with a lazy grin, rubbing his jaw.
Alexander stared at him fondly him now being the one breathing heavily.
"Let's say the things we really think," Alexander said with a grin his hands still gently pulling at Thomas' bouncy curls. His eyesight drifted downwards reconnecting with Thomas' own,
"hows that sound?" Alex questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
With a nod Alexander shifted to straighten up, he pulled on his boxers tossing Thomas his own. After they were both clothed he cleared his throat.
"Okay, I'll count us off,"

Thomas shifted to sit on his arse, hands massaging his sore knees.
"One,"
His wet tongue swiped across his lips, heart beginning to race.
"Two,"
His eyes dropped to the floor, finding the checkered pattern suddenly very interesting.
"Three."

Thomas threw caution to the wind his eyes snapping up to meet Alexanders,
"I think I love you." He admitted voice hoarse from just having Alex's cock down his throat not even moments before.
"I think your breath smells- oh shit.."

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A/n
I don't even feel bad having Jamilton twice in a row.
Also Thomas being a bottom is my kink? Hey if you guys have any requests comment a ship and a scenario & I'll write it. I want to appeal to my audience.
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