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[iniquiticity]

Anonymous asked
Will you write more about Ironflint verse Jefferson/Madison and how TJeffs is Mads' willing footrest? Or anything with those two?

the door buzzes and alex pushes inside. he knows where thomas & james’ condo is, 802. he settles the low heat in his stomach and gathers his composure, wondering about the couple. usually james like to already have thomas doing something fucking kinky by the time he gets there, so he entertains himself idly with what it could be. hands tied and mouth ready? dick hard and ready for thomas to fuck him? thomas tied to the wall by that pretty purple collar he sometimes wears? who the fuck knows. the door’s open so he lets himself in.

the condo’s spotless as always and alex rolls his eyes. these fuckers and their bdsm shit and their better homes and gardens house. he kicks off his shoes and runs a hand through his hair, comes across them in the living room. james is sitting on the couch reading the aeneid - what a pretentious dick - in his button-up with the sleeves rolled up. alex takes in the dark, built muscle of his forearm and lets it glide his eyes down to james’ slacks, and then his socked feet, crossed at the ankle and squarely set in the center of thomas’ back. thomas, on his hands and knees on a little square of soft standing pad, naked. alex licks his lips, takes in the curve of his spine, the round of his ass, his powerful thighs. looks like he’s been there a while, by the indents of his hands and knees in the pad and even, slow sound of his breathing and his flaccid dick between his legs.

“hi alex,” james says, looking up at him.

“hey,” alex says, and dumps himself onto the couch. “nice furniture.”

“worthless,” james responds, with a shrug, “but i make do.”