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iniquiticitythis was written by enigmairi.
this was contributed by the charming @enigmairi for reverse nsfw friday:
Washington reclined on the chaise in his bedroom, his jacket and neck-cloth shed, his breeches unfastened. His right hand worked back and forth along the length of his manhood, coaxing it erect with industrious strokes, aided by the occasional touch of his saliva-slicked thumb to the tip. He relaxed into his own touch, closing his eyes to focus more completely on the sensation.
He was startled from this blissful reverie by the sound of a throat being cleared merely feet from where he lay. His eyes flicked open to see Hamilton before him, watching with intent curiosity. Washington jerked upright, grasping for something to restore his modesty, although what could truly be restored after being caught in such a state?
“Don’t stop on my account,“ said Hamilton, a feral glint in his eye. Unable to formulate a coherent response, Washington simply blinked at him in surprise.
"If it does not disturb you, I would rather like to watch you work,” Hamilton paused, smirking. “Sir”.
Washington nodded and, this time meeting his husband’s gaze, resumed his ministrations.
For a few moments the two men watched one another, until Hamilton, palming the growing bulge in his own breeches, panted “Maybe, with your other hand, you could…”
Washington silenced him with a commanding look, then finally found his voice. “If you cannot observe silently, then perhaps you should offer your assistance.”
Hamilton did not have to be asked twice.
this was contributed by the charming @enigmairi for reverse nsfw friday:
Washington reclined on the chaise in his bedroom, his jacket and neck-cloth shed, his breeches unfastened. His right hand worked back and forth along the length of his manhood, coaxing it erect with industrious strokes, aided by the occasional touch of his saliva-slicked thumb to the tip. He relaxed into his own touch, closing his eyes to focus more completely on the sensation.
He was startled from this blissful reverie by the sound of a throat being cleared merely feet from where he lay. His eyes flicked open to see Hamilton before him, watching with intent curiosity. Washington jerked upright, grasping for something to restore his modesty, although what could truly be restored after being caught in such a state?
“Don’t stop on my account,“ said Hamilton, a feral glint in his eye. Unable to formulate a coherent response, Washington simply blinked at him in surprise.
"If it does not disturb you, I would rather like to watch you work,” Hamilton paused, smirking. “Sir”.
Washington nodded and, this time meeting his husband’s gaze, resumed his ministrations.
For a few moments the two men watched one another, until Hamilton, palming the growing bulge in his own breeches, panted “Maybe, with your other hand, you could…”
Washington silenced him with a commanding look, then finally found his voice. “If you cannot observe silently, then perhaps you should offer your assistance.”
Hamilton did not have to be asked twice.