iniquiticity | ironflint possessive whamilton

he’d be mad.
he’d be mad that he’s mad.
he’d be mad at alex for making him into a person who gets angry about someone else’s sex markers. he didn’t USED to care about alex’s hickeys. and now he does! fuck!
he should probably stop having sex with alex and separate himself from this tangle.
he can’t let alex know that he cares.
of course alex finds out and leverages it against him for more sex.

oh god i feel a real ficlet coming on:

alex comes back from south africa and has sent him several encrypted photos of his dick and his new sex toy he wants washington to use on him. they’re in washington’s bed and washington’s tied his hands to the headrest and his new toy - a thick, lovely wooden dildo that reminded him washington’s cock - is already deep inside of him, just brushing against his prostate if he flexes and shifts in the right way.

“what’s this?” washington rumbles, and presses his thumb into one of the bruises on his thigh. alex gasps, and washington presses harder, and alex clenches around the dildo inside of him.

“I---fell---” alex gasps, as washington doesn’t let up, and it sears in his stomach, everything going rigid and tense, untill washington releases.

“liar.” washington says, and pinches it, and fuck that hurts, god yes fuck.

“maybe,” alex says, panting as he tries to catch his breath. he forces the smirk to his lips. “why? i wasn’t letting my dick get in the way of work. i closed that deal just like you wanted.”

“and how are the south africans?” washington rumbles, and presses his thumb into the bruise again. alex’s mind whites out. “did you already use your new toy before i could get to it?”

“what--” alex licks his lips, everything about him challenging. “what’s it to you? i’m only allowed to fuck you now? you my boyfriend?” he says it with a sneer. “we should have had a talk before we go exclusive. i didn’t know that you cared---”

[ alex can’t see it, doesn’t see it -- but those words sting and washington’s glad alex didn’t smash all of his buttons because it’s not good if he’s mad about it, if alex is throwing those words around, if alex knows that he cares, but he couldn’t resist, because the thought of alex on his back or knees for someone else, when alex’s mouth is his, his body is his, his mind is his, ass is his, this is his tool that he uses, that he has, that is part of his life, that has wormed into him like this, and --

-- how did it come here, that his employee is like this, twisting him, and he’s bent like this? alex has been bruised and hickeyed since the moment they met but now, he doesn’t recognize -- and the anger twists, hot and unbearable--- he pinches the bruise and alex cries out -- that’s better, him crying out--]

“please,” washington says, dismissively, thoughts hidden, anger pressed down. he pushes harder into the bruise and alex almost blacks out from the pain, his cock swelling, and he clenches against the dildo to edge the pain with pleasure, like knives and silk. alex laughs, breathless, wheezing.

“you’re jealous,” alex says, letting his head fall forward. he takes a few deep breaths to try and get himself back, and finally lifts his head. his tear-rimmed eyes are hard and delighted. “i guess i can’t hold it against you. i mean, i’m quite a catch, right?” he resettles his arms, tries to take some of the pressure of his shoulders. “don’t worry, it wasn’t a lot. he just ate my ass out a little. dug his fingers in.”

[ washington restrains himself but some other man’s face, another man’s mouth on alex -- not acceptable -- ]

“You should have waited,” washington says, in a voice of a man who doesn’t care who his partner fucks.

“i blew him,” alex says, and he knows he’s getting on washington’s nerves now. “he came on my face, and then he thumbed it off and fed it to me.”

washington sucks in a breath, and he pinches the bruise harder now, and alex’s mouth goes wide and tense with it. “you could have been working, when you were fucking.”

“Maybe,” alex says, breathless again, his whole body shocky and desperate with pain.

“What are you going to do next time?” Washington says, and his thumb goes to the dildo, pushes it in deep, and Alex’s legs spread.

“I’m going to work,” Alex says.

“Good,” Washington says, and bends his head to bite at the bruise until alex screams.