Baby Don't Sleep // Collab FanFic

Chapter Four

Alex was enjoying Thomas' attention. He relished how the other man was looking at him- at his throat, his lips. He shifted his position on Jefferson's lap so as to expose his neck even more.

"You did those," Alexander said, referencing his lovebites.

Thomas hummed deeply, his eyes hooded. "You could use a few more."

Looking Thomas in the eye, Alex took off his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.

"What are you waiting for?"

Thomas chuckled, voice low and soft as he reached to assist, also stripping off his own tie and tossing it carelessly to the ground. His lips soon met the soft skin of Hamilton's neck, kissing deep and fully tongued kisses into his neck. One hand ran up the other male's back and tangled into his hair, the other pressing against the small of his back to push him against himself.

The aroma around them was pure wine, with every puff of air against Alexander's sent out the faint sent of sour grape, he pulled away slightly.

"No need to be quiet, this time. I want to hear you." He growled as he bit down harshly.

"Fuck!" Alex cried out. Thomas wasn't holding back anymore. Not that Alexander minded. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The taller man kept biting and adding to the marks on Alexander's neck, roughly pulling his hair at the same time; it seemed as though the increasing volume and frequency of Alexander's moans were spurring him on.

Alexander felt Thomas' teeth graze all over his neck, up his jaw, on his ear. He felt him everywhere. But he needed more.

Thomas handled him roughly, the hand on his back wandered down to knead his ass as he yanked on his hair. He pulled away and licked his lips softly, looking at the man with a smug smirk. He gently pushed him off, standing up and pushing his chair back against the table and leaning down to connect their lips roughly, backing him up to a wall with the wine bottles displayed with their corks facing them, laying on their side.

Thomas gripped the wood that held a few bottles and pressed against him. His shirt was only a few buttons away from being taken off, and it was now untucked, showing how loose it hung, and displaying his collarbone.

He groaned and pulled away, panting softly. "Go upstairs to my bedroom. I'll meet you in a moment," he commanded, illustrating his dominance as he pulled off of him with one last tug to his locks.

Alexander swallowed and moaned softly when he hair was tugged, but slowly nodded, awkwardly ushering himself up the stairs to get out of the cellar, with Thomas watching him smugly before going to the table and finishing the wine, putting the cork back in, and stripping off his shirt, dropping it beside the litter of the other shirt and ties before he went after him.

By the time that Thomas had made it upstairs, Alex had already stripped off the remainder of his clothes and was lying on the bed that sat in the centre of the room. Thomas advanced towards Alexander, his motion almost predatory, licking his lips.

He straddled Alexander's hips and hovered over him, his arms on each side of Alex's head, so that Alexander had no other place to look at but him.

Alex could smell the wine on his breath. That only turned him on more... he bucked his hips, craving some kind of friction.

At this, Thomas sat up and tutted. "What was that?"

Alex was flustered. He was a mess. Thomas was unravelling him and the Virginian hadn't even took his own pants off yet.

"I really need this, Thomas," Alex whined, abandoning the remainder of his dignity and clawing at Thomas' back. "Like, now."

Thomas stared at the mess below him, a nearly permanent smirk on his face as he heard his words. He looked at the smaller male dead in the eyes, then slowly leaned down, taking his earlobe between his teeth and sucking. Alexander wriggled below him and cried out softly; his erection was already uncomfortably hard, and Thomas was just turning him on even more.