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Jul. 30th, 2016 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iniquiticity alex slides into the back of the limo behind washington and waits, patiently, for the driver to close the door. the partition’s up; it always is with washington, who alex thinks would probably never look at another human if he was able. luckily, he has alex. they sit across from one another, washington staring into space. alex bites his lip.
“it’s pretty private back here,” alex says, pretend-idly. he catches washington’s eye, and smirks. “you could get into a lot of trouble. without anyone knowing.”
“you’ve ridden in a limosine before, mr. hamilton,” washington replies, in his perfectly even voice.
alex lets his eyes rake up washington’s body, his intent evident. he scans the limosine for dirt, then drops to his knees. washington glances down his nose at him, in his way, like he’s nothing, and alex shivers. washington resettles himself, then unclaps his belt, and alex thanks some secret secret god somewhere. the problem with going to these kind of galas is that washington always looks so good in his suit and alex fucking needs him. washington fucks his mouth hard and efficient, comes down his throat, leaves him gasping on the limosine floor.
“we still have several more hours,” washington says, impassive. alex smirks on the floor and plans his next strategy for being fucked.
“it’s pretty private back here,” alex says, pretend-idly. he catches washington’s eye, and smirks. “you could get into a lot of trouble. without anyone knowing.”
“you’ve ridden in a limosine before, mr. hamilton,” washington replies, in his perfectly even voice.
alex lets his eyes rake up washington’s body, his intent evident. he scans the limosine for dirt, then drops to his knees. washington glances down his nose at him, in his way, like he’s nothing, and alex shivers. washington resettles himself, then unclaps his belt, and alex thanks some secret secret god somewhere. the problem with going to these kind of galas is that washington always looks so good in his suit and alex fucking needs him. washington fucks his mouth hard and efficient, comes down his throat, leaves him gasping on the limosine floor.
“we still have several more hours,” washington says, impassive. alex smirks on the floor and plans his next strategy for being fucked.