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iniquiticity Anonymous asked
prompt/ask!: do ironflint alex and washington ever get caught doing something inappropriate? whether it's someone walking in on them when alex leaves the door unlocked, or alex taunting and teasing washington so much that he loses his temper and lashes out in front of people that don't know their relationship
it seems very unilkely to me that they have not been caught. although i imagine that washington’s close circle at least strongly suspects that they are fucking. (that he is gay is already known among his very close friends. and alex is obviously his type. and the way they interact… Yeah. I’m sure that, even without them NOT ever seen anything, they probably all go ‘they definitely fuck’ with confidence.”)
that being said.
At present he had Hamilton under his desk with his dick in his mouth. On the scale of all the ways Hamilton could be useful, this honestly was probably far from the top, given how much information that dysfunctional brain could process and repeat, it was sort of a waste. but it was good, made his blood hum. required. he liked the sight of hamilton’s dark hair between his legs. the boy made charming noises, soft gurgles and the hiss of breath in his nose. he worked hard. there was no harm in taking a little break after lunch. they had time before the meeting with greene.
he liked to just sit in his chair and stare into empty space and feel the warmth of hamilton’s mouth. it was the most effective way, by a lot, to shut him up. he thought about work, too. sometimes he would just study the head of dark hair, the uncharacteristically-relaxed brow, the sight of stretched lips. he understood why people kept pictures like these.
he liked to pull hamilton’s hair, randomly, listen to his groans. liked to take a firm handful and push hamilton forward, listen to him choke, hear the pitiful gags and see the tears prickle. he has long been an appreciator of art.
he’s watching the slide of those lips, the tearstained face. Hamilton’s hair is smooth in his fingers.
outside his little space, a throat clears. loudly. not his. not hamilton’s, either. he restrains himself from sudden moments at the abrupt noise; the same cannot be said for the man under his desk, who startles and whacks his head against the bottom of the desk with an audible clonk.
“Nate,” Washington says, clamping down on every part him.
Greene looks at him, eyebrows nearly into his hairline. “Your secretary wasn’t there so I thought I’d let myself in,” he says, his own voice impressively even, “I didn’t know your pre-meeting behavior was so personal.”
Washington actually snorts a laugh at that. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Greene rolls his eyes. “How about this. I’m going to turn around and come back in again in two minutes.” And then he did. Hamilton wiggles out of the area under the desk, rubbing the top of his head.
“Who was it?” he croaked, going to Washington’s cabinet to get a glass of water.
He tucked himself in. There would be more later. Punishment for giving himself away. hamilton would like it. “Just Greene.”
“Oh, he already probably knows. Or guessed at least. Should we pre-meeting prepare?”
Washington took his assistant in, all tears and swollen lips. He wanted. But there were better uses.
“I suppose we should.”
prompt/ask!: do ironflint alex and washington ever get caught doing something inappropriate? whether it's someone walking in on them when alex leaves the door unlocked, or alex taunting and teasing washington so much that he loses his temper and lashes out in front of people that don't know their relationship
it seems very unilkely to me that they have not been caught. although i imagine that washington’s close circle at least strongly suspects that they are fucking. (that he is gay is already known among his very close friends. and alex is obviously his type. and the way they interact… Yeah. I’m sure that, even without them NOT ever seen anything, they probably all go ‘they definitely fuck’ with confidence.”)
that being said.
At present he had Hamilton under his desk with his dick in his mouth. On the scale of all the ways Hamilton could be useful, this honestly was probably far from the top, given how much information that dysfunctional brain could process and repeat, it was sort of a waste. but it was good, made his blood hum. required. he liked the sight of hamilton’s dark hair between his legs. the boy made charming noises, soft gurgles and the hiss of breath in his nose. he worked hard. there was no harm in taking a little break after lunch. they had time before the meeting with greene.
he liked to just sit in his chair and stare into empty space and feel the warmth of hamilton’s mouth. it was the most effective way, by a lot, to shut him up. he thought about work, too. sometimes he would just study the head of dark hair, the uncharacteristically-relaxed brow, the sight of stretched lips. he understood why people kept pictures like these.
he liked to pull hamilton’s hair, randomly, listen to his groans. liked to take a firm handful and push hamilton forward, listen to him choke, hear the pitiful gags and see the tears prickle. he has long been an appreciator of art.
he’s watching the slide of those lips, the tearstained face. Hamilton’s hair is smooth in his fingers.
outside his little space, a throat clears. loudly. not his. not hamilton’s, either. he restrains himself from sudden moments at the abrupt noise; the same cannot be said for the man under his desk, who startles and whacks his head against the bottom of the desk with an audible clonk.
“Nate,” Washington says, clamping down on every part him.
Greene looks at him, eyebrows nearly into his hairline. “Your secretary wasn’t there so I thought I’d let myself in,” he says, his own voice impressively even, “I didn’t know your pre-meeting behavior was so personal.”
Washington actually snorts a laugh at that. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Greene rolls his eyes. “How about this. I’m going to turn around and come back in again in two minutes.” And then he did. Hamilton wiggles out of the area under the desk, rubbing the top of his head.
“Who was it?” he croaked, going to Washington’s cabinet to get a glass of water.
He tucked himself in. There would be more later. Punishment for giving himself away. hamilton would like it. “Just Greene.”
“Oh, he already probably knows. Or guessed at least. Should we pre-meeting prepare?”
Washington took his assistant in, all tears and swollen lips. He wanted. But there were better uses.
“I suppose we should.”