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✰ the one where john is in heat - jamilams ✰

i'm -ˏˋ back ˎˊ˗ you guys probably didn't miss me, but yeah. a couple of things, thank you so much for 6k reads, that's literally so amazing.
this chapter was requested by Nightlara and i'm sorry it took so long !!
enjoy lovelies ❤️
TW // smut
PSA - everything that happens in this chapter is 100% consensual and if you don't ask for consent, you're a dick

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alexander's point of view
"thomas, it's not my fault washington let me off early. you'll be home in an hour, it's not that big a deal." i tell my husband, pulling into the driveway. "and i'm home, you know, where you want to be, so i'll see you in an hour. buh bye." i get out of the car and unlock the door.

"john, baby, i'm ho-" i deeply inhale and am met with john's strong scent. huh, i thought his heat didn't start until next week...

"baby?" i ask, setting down my keys. i notice he's not in the green room, so i go upstairs. i hear muffled noises coming from our bedroom and i softly chuckle when i put two and two together.

"c-come on, please-!" i hear him gasp, obviously distressed.

i try to weigh out the options; i could let him finish up and then embarrass him later or i could help him finish and then let thomas have his fun with him later...

i smirk and open the door, already feeling my work pants tighten at the sight. john was rutting against one of my hoodies as he held onto the bed posts. he was wearing nothing but thomas' t-shirt, taking deep inhales of it. he looked so helpless, i almost felt bad ruining his fun.

"i guess your heat came a little early, huh?" i ask.

my freckled partner squeaks and turns around, his face a bright shade of pink. "p-papi, you're home e-early..."

"shh, little thing, don't let me stop you. go ahead." i tell him.

"w-what?" john asks.

i walk towards him, cupping his cheek. he leans in upon instinct, nuzzling gently. "didn't i make myself clear? go ahead and finish, baby. and i'll send a video to thomas to show what our mutt's been doing all day. understood?"

i could feel his face heat up against my hand. "y-yes, papi..." john pulls away and continues his previous actions, a soft moan slipping from his lips. he brings thomas' shirt to his nose, taking in a deep breath as he struggles to move his hips faster.

i take out my phone, starting to record a short video for thomas. i groan when i hear john moan out both of our names and stop the video there.

alexander - [1 video attached]
alexander - have fun at work :)

thomas is typing...

i chuckle and put my phone away before i can see his response. i can see john getting close as i start taking off my work clothes.

"p-papi-! c-can i, can i, p-please-!" the helpless boy begs, struggling to keep himself up.

"go ahead, baby boy..." i tell him, wrapping a hand around him. i slowly move, relishing the loud sounds he's giving me. he lets out a high pitched moan as he finishes, collapsing.