Hamilton OneShots

Perfect Moments ~ Thaurens (Smut)

This has somehow become my otp...

Thomas came home from work stressed and upset. He was done with everyone's shit. Washington had bossed him around all fucking day, Hamilton had pissed him off to the point that he was ready to kill him, and Burr hadn't even fucking shown up to a very important meeting! Today was absolute shit for Thomas, and he just wanted to be done with it. He opened the front door and walked inside, chucking his bag onto the floor.

Upstairs, John had heard the noise and instantly knew Thomas was upset about work. It wasn't uncommon, but this time he wanted to help. He stood up from the bed and walked downstairs to greet his rather irritated boyfriend.

"Thomas? What's got your feathers all in a ruffle?" He asked in his sweet, southern voice. Thomas turned to look at him, as he did so, most of his feeling of anger and anxiety drifted off into space. John's presence was relaxing to him, and it made him feel better knowing he was there. Thomas let out an exasperated sigh before ranting about his day, John listened intently to every word that fell from his lover's lips.

"Well, Washington made me do everything today... It was so tiring. He made me get him coffee, he made me go to the store to buy things for his office, he made me print things, and he gave me so many assignments... Then there's Hamilton... Oh my god where do I begin? To put it short and simple, Hamilton was a total asshole today, like, more than usual. Then there's fucking Burr! Burr didn't even show up today! So yeah, my day was hell..."

"Aww darlin'" John drawled as he walked up to Thomas, cupping the Virginian's face in his hands. "Hon I'm so sorry your day was shit... I'll talk to Alexander, he's still salty over you and me... He'll warm up love I promise," he assured him.

Thomas gave him a meek smile and leaned his head into John's touch, closing his eyes briefly and taking a breath. John smiled in return and stood on his toes gingerly as he kissed him sweetly.

"I love you, John, every day I remind myself of how lucky I am to have you," Thomas whispered softly and rested his forehead against John's. John wrapped his arms around Thomas' neck and looked into his eyes through his eyelashes.

"I love you too Thomas, more than I've ever loved anyone, you're amazing," John whispered back. The two lovers stood like that in each others embrace as Thomas slowly brought his hands to John's waist. The moment seemed frozen in time, many moments seemed like this to them, when they were together they felt...

Inseparable.

They enjoyed the moment they were sharing, taking in each other's looks, each others soft, loving stare. John could smell the lingering hint of Thomas' cologne he used every single day; while Thomas observed every little freckle that created the starry night sky on John's skin. Love and passion filled the space between them as they slowly inched closer together. Thomas was the one to close the gap as he reconnected their lips, still feeling sparks every time they did. The moment was like magic. Thomas swiped his tongue along John's bottom lip, John parted his lips instantly, allowing Thomas instant access. Thomas' tongue slowly entered John's mouth, exploring every inch as if it were new. John moaned as their tongues connected, he pressed his body against Thomas', wanting as much contact as possible with him, moaning every time Thomas' hands grazed against his skin under his shirt. He broke apart from the kiss and panted softly.

"Thomas~" he breathily whispered.

Thomas nodded and picked him up carefully, walking with him to their bedroom. He walked inside and closed the door behind them with his foot. Thomas layed John on the bed and stood up, John looking up at him with want. Slowly, Thomas unbuttoned his shirt while looking at John who bit his lip as he watched Thomas slowly expose his chest. John writhed with anticipation when Thomas slid his button down off his shoulders and to the floor. Thomas slowly got more impatient with himself and quickly slid off his belt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. He walked over to John and crawled on top of him. Sitting on his hips, he grabbed the hem of john's sweater and pulled it off him. Thomas tossed it carelessly to the floor and leaned down to connect his lips to John's neck, kissing and nipping at it softly, listening to John's soft whines and whimpers as he went lower and lower. Down his neck, across his chest, down his stomach, to the hem of his pants. Thomas was quick in doing away with John's pants and boxers, exposing his freckled covered body which he loved so dearly.

"Tell me what you want my love, I'm yours," Thomas inquired.

"I-I want you, Thomas I want you to make love to me..." John pleaded breathily.

With a curt nod, Thomas took off his boxers and reached for the lube on his nightstand, he slicked up his fingers and slowly slid one into John, never once having the desire to bring his lover pain. John gasped and curled his toes as he moaned softly. Thomas purred happily at his response and gently moved his finger in and out of him, once he was sure John was comfortable, he added a second, then a third finger, curling and pumping them slowly. John gave him a nod and Thomas pulled his fingers out, grabbing the lube and putting it on his member as he positioned himself at john's entrance and slowly slid into him, eliciting a moan from the smaller male. John reached his arms around Thomas and dug his nails into his back. Thomas slid in all the way and paused until John moaned out for him to move. Thomas started to roll his hips in and out of John, going at a slow and passionate pace. John moaned out happily and slid his hands up to Thomas' hair, giving it a gentle tug and receiving the expected moan from his taller boyfriend.

"F-fuck Thomas, God, don't stop~" John mewled happily and closed his eyes, taking in every moment of pleasure.

This encouraged Thomas to roll his hips a little faster into him, still wanting to be slow and passionate with him, John moaned and whined happily, clawing at his lover's back needily, begging him to go faster. Thomas obliged and started thrusting into him instead of rolling his hips. John moaned and continued beckoning him to go faster, harder, until Thomas was moving at a relatively fast pace, drawing himself nearer and nearer to his climax.

"John my love, I'm close," he cautioned as he proceeded to move faster. John nodded, "s-so am I, Thomas... f-fuck~"

Thomas moaned out John's name lowly as he thrusted a final time deep into his lover and came. John following not too long after. Thomas pulled out of him and panted lightly as he observed his pleasured boyfriend. John looks up at him and smiles.

"Every time you always amaze me, Thomas, I never stop loving it."

With a smile, Thomas gets up and helps John clean up and redress. The two lay in bed together and Thomas pulls the soft blanket over them, wrapping his arms around John's waist and holding him close. He purrs and inhales John's sweet scent. John cuddles into Thomas happily.

"You feel better now Thomas?"

Thomas hummed happily and nodded, playing with a lock of John's hair and twirling it around his finger.

"Much, completely forgot about the events of work."

"That's better, it's nice to see you happy."

John nuzzled his head into the crook of Thomas' neck as they cuddled together in bed. Thomas had relaxed and forgotten about work, and John was pleased and happy. It had been yet another one of their perfect moments that they forever would enjoy until it faded from their memories. For now, they were happy in bed, laying together.