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that smol/tol otp thing that you reblogged... just imagine... it should not be sexy that GW is covered in sweat and slick and he just wants go lick him (gross, animal brain), and sometimes a bead of sweat drips off Washington's chin and onto Alex, but somehow he's insanely hard. And GW is all rippling muscles and flexing biceps and grunting and surrounding Alex and Alex is just barely breathing and he's like "show your princess how strong you are, daddy."


lizdexia:

oh my GOD i think my brain literally just exploded

GW is shirtless and Alex is counting each pushup and it’s so intense for both of them, they’re just completely focused on each other and the moment and HOLY SHIT

i’m thinking about this again.


alex in just his boxers surrounded completely by washington in every conceivable way, bracketed by his arms, and of course he smells like sweat and effort, his broad chest all he can see above him, that dark skin and the effort in those eyes, listening to his grunts. his pulse is pounding in his dick, and he’s out of breath just from lying there.he has to force himself not to touch GW. he also is finding it hard to look away from those dark eyes, and when Washington looks away, he can too,


meanwhile, washington above him, his muscles shaking and screaming with the effort, and when he looks down he just sees alex’s big eyes staring up at him, his lips folding around words, those slim shoulders. his blood isn’t sure what to do with itself, and sometimes he’s hard and dizzy with it and sometimes he isn’t. alex doesn’t count his pushups if his elbow doesn’t bend at 45 degrees and he’s probably added a good 5 or 6 to his 30-count. or maybe alex is just teasing him by making him do more, he’s not sure. every time he lowers himself down he’s close enough to kiss alex but if he does he’ll just collapse.

trente, alex says under him, and he just collapses, and alex goes oof and he should feel sorry but his head is racing, half exercise high and half arousal and half exhaustion.

he finally manages to slide (slide, he’s so sweaty, he needs a shower, but he’s exhausted, and his princess is here) off alex and look at him, and alex is giving him that look, that i trust you and we’re ok look and there’s not enough space in his pounding heart for the feeling that bursts forth.