Hamilton Fanfictions

Real Love? Who's she? (Pt. 2 of Hurt) [Smut]

Alexander lay quietly with Hercules, rubbing small circles on his shirt as he listened to him sing. That nearly lulled him to sleep. Alexander smiled as he relaxed against the other's larger body. They rarely had alone time, since both of them often had work and things to do besides each other. 

Hercules smiled and stared up at the ceiling as his partner cuddled into his side happily. After long, Hercules thought it was a good idea to start flirting with the other and Alexander had giggled and flirted back easily, nice. 

Before long they were kissing, Hercules had Alexander on his lap and Alexander eagerly pressed into him, they made out for a good long while, and soon Alexander broke the kiss, getting up from the other's thighs, and Hercules got up also, eager to just get to their bed and finish this, but Alexander merely smirked and walked off to the kitchen. Cockblock, amazing, thanks  Alex. The Irishman pouted and plopped back down on the couch, crossing his arms as he ignored his dick at the moment, just hoping Alex would have mercy. 

He didn't

That night Alexander made dinner for the two and as Hercules ate, he impatiently tapped it foot, hand on Alexander's thigh as he tried to rile him up, rubbing seductively from his knee all the way up then back. 

Alexander shivered and soon, he had shoved their plates back and threw himself at Hercules, kissing him passionately and just gripping him when Hercules pushed the chair back from the table then stood, Alexander up in his arms as they kissed still, he blindly walked the other to the bedroom and closing the door behind him he shoved Alexander up against the wall and chuckled softly when the other yelped, then hummed in delight. Alexander tore off his own shirt and giggled whenever Hercules just kissed his body softly, over the faded hickeys from the night before and even renewing a few, before he lay Alex down with himself on top, sliding off his own shirt and letting Alex admire him. 

Hercules ground his hips into Alexander's and the other moaned in delight at the feeling. He hissed out in pleasure when Hercules tugged his hair, his hips bucking as they both wrestled around for dominance, but Alexander knew that Hercules was  just letting him have fun.

Soon Hercules rammed into Alexander and he knew it was time to start to ruin the bottom. He chuckled and stripped the other male with great ease since Alex was never once to object. He looked over his familiar body with lidded eyes. Then unbuttoned his pants, stripping them off then grinding with Alexander again, keeping his boxers on just as a tease since he knew how impatient the other tended to get. 

Alexander whined out his name as they went, and his noises made Hercules shiver and groan in reply, hands sliding on his thighs and hoisting his legs up a bit feet just on his shoulders as Hercules crouched, then smiled up at his boyfriend, "Lube, babe." he chuckled and the other immediately nodded and reached over to his bottle of lube, noting that they were getting low, he handed it gingerly to Hercules. 

"Good boy." Hercules praised with a smirk, taking the bottle and getting a generous amount on his fingers and looking up at Alex, his thumb rubbing very lightly around his entrance just to tease. 

Alexander grumbled then gasped when he felt the other's index penetrate through his entrance and he groaned, shutting up as Hercules worked on massaging the flesh, stretching him out as he watched the other writhe underneath him like a fish out of water. 

Hercules was getting tired of that very soon, and after he had about three fingers in, he decided Alexander would be good now. He pulled them back and kissed Alexander's temple as he poured the remainder of the lube on his dick and even a little on Alexander's to sped his orgasm if needed later. He threw the empty bottle into the trash bin beside the bedside table then slowly lined up, his hands on the other's inner thighs to hold his legs up. 

The other shuddered when Hercules began but he had become a moaning mess when the top had begun thrusting, everything happening so quickly he could barely register the grunts and hisses from the other, babbling uncontrollably as Hercules rammed into him, squeezing his thighs all the while just to hear Alexander's sweet sounds. 

Alexander lost himself in the feeling barely even minding the fading Hercules as he thrust into his partner, he cursed loudly and ranted a bit whenever he hit right into Alexander's prostate and the other moaned in reply, mewling the other's name as they rocked their hips together. 

Hercules was growing close by the second, and he knew he wouldn't be the only one cumming so he went to stroking his boyfriend, who groaned and shuddered at the over stimulation of his thrusting and now the stroking. 

They ended together within seconds and Hercules toppled over top of his boyfriend, panting as he pulled out, and looked smugly at Alexander, who was still catching his breath, falling from his high slower than Hercules had, since he wasn't as experienced as the Irishman was. 

Hercules hid them away in the quilt he had made Alexander, a Harry Potter quilt that had several of the houses emblems stitches on with their names and even Alexander x Hercules with a bunch of hearts. He used that to surprise Alexander, even though he had requested the Harry Potter quilt he really just wanted that it just had an H or something, but was generously gifted with this four month anniversary quilt and Hercules had not seen a day without Alex cuddling with it. Now...it had cum stains on it, but that was washable, eventually.