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[iniquiticity]

Madison ordering Jefferson to do stuff to Hamilton. Filthy stuff.
so he’s been meeting for these two guys for a couple of sessions now. they obviously have a long term thing; there’s an ease to their communication, the way they look at each other, how they react to what the other one says. james is shorter and broader; thomas is tall and muscular, with an explosion of dark curls. james is the top, his confidence easy and assured, and he gives orders without considering the possibility they could be disobeyed. thomas is mouthy with alex, but he bends easy under james’ hand, snaps to obey. thomas is definitely an asshole in real life, alex decides. alex thinks he could be friends with james in real life, though. but this thing that they do is not real life, and he doesn’t want to drag it next to his job. so he just has these two, and they serve his purposes. james usually sits, orders thomas around on alex’s body with dark, lazy eyes. alex gets a thrill down his spine about it. he feels double-used, somehow.



get your big mouth in his ass, james says, and thomas bends to obey, his hair tickling alex all over as that tongue works him over. alex doesn’t care that much, really, about being rimmed, but thomas is very good at it, his goatee scratching and intense, his hair all teasing fingers.

choke him with your cock, yes, like that, james says, and thomas pulls alex’s mouth around his cock (which is, quite frankly, a work of art), forcing himself deeper, pushing alex’s throat open.

we want everyone know he’s mine, don’t we, thomas? james says idly, and thomas nods, biting alex’s stomach, as if somehow thomas’ mouth conveys james’ ownership. alex doesn’t mind, either way.

they switch off between his front and back, when james wants to. sometimes james’ cock - which is very nice, and very impressive, but not as lovely as thomas’ - is in his mouth, and sometimes it’s in his ass, and thomas takes whatever scrap of him james has decided to leave behind.

one day they’re all thoroughly played out and alex is a wreck, come dripping from his thighs, his throat sore from behind used. usually james has thomas clean him up, his clever tongue teasing his oversensitive skin, his tired cock, his worn mouth. today he hasn’t. they’re sickeningly cute sometimes, alex thinks, looking at them to where james has thomas curled around him like a blanket, like his protective shield. thomas kisses the back of james’ head.

he looks hungry, james says, and thomas unravels his powerful body in a way that makes alex’s cock stir. feed him.

at first alex doesn’t know what that means, he even remembered to have two fucking meals today, (not even including thomas’ cock!), but then thomas powerful hand is sliding up his thigh, along the curve of his ass, making him shiver as fingers brush across his hole. thomas’ hand, beautiful and dark, slick and white with james’ come, appears in the line of his vision, and alex opens his mouth, sucks each one of those fingers clean, tastes salt and lube and sweat and sin, and he thinks he could probably go again. james makes a noise of approval in the back of his throat, and alex feels the thrill race through thomas, and when alex is finished with his meal, he speaks in a hoarse voice.

“i’m still hungry,” he says, eyes dark, and he licks his lips. “please. i’ll starve.”