u should talk more about your gentle bottom James and slutty power top Thomas headcanons

ellrond:

sex content warning / nsfw content warning

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thomas hamilton making his way over to james during one of his salons, pressing his hand gently at the small of his back, telling him in a whisper against his ear that he looks very handsome this evening. james blinking, trying very hard to keep his face smooth and hands at his sides, glancing up at him and giving him a slight smile that does not betray his racing heart. thomas looking around the room with his cool composure like a king over his country, before whispering in his ear that he would like to tie him up and tear that propriety from james 

james mcgraw finding himself pinned against the door of thomas hamilton’s bedroom and having his legs spread and trousers ripped from him and feeling thomas’ hand pulling on him, pressing against him, stroking him hard and fast. james acutely aware of thomas’ gaze on him as thomas backs away and tells him to undress, even more aware of his body responding to the command without him even having to think about it. james realising that thomas only has to nod his head in a certain direction and james has followed a silent order 

thmoas hamilton crooking his finger towards him and pointing to the ground in front of him. james mcgraw dropping to his knees and opening his mouth and thirsting for the anointment of his lover, eyes watering when it is almost too much to take in his throat but his lips chasing for more when thomas looks to pull away and relieve him of the task for a moment. james taking him into his mouth again and again and drawing on him like a man plagued in drought 

james mcgraw whimpering when thomas’ large hands grasp his long hair and pull on it roughly, shoving him to the bed and bending him over it, his spine arching up and neck craning for more. james pushing back against fingers that prepare him, body shaking when toys tease him. james whispering for what he wants and thomas gripping his arms and sides so hard by morning they have bruised. james letting out quiet noises that are only a hint of how rocked thomas has him, with a toy inside him and his lord’s mouth against him, between his thighs. thomas pulling the toy free and kneeling behind him, pulling him close and licking him until james chokes on his own breath.

thomas hamilton not even having the patience sometimes to fully undress and instead pulling himself free from his breeches and sliding inside of james mcgraw who awaits him slick and hot and tight. thomas taking his pleasure from him with furiously hard and fast movements that make james’ legs so weak they buckle under him and his mouth is open in silent shouts and moans, the occasional choked grunt escaping him

james mcgraw thrilled to his soul when thomas hamilton pushes him to lie face down at the edge of the bed and pulls open his legs and continues his task. james reveling in the hands that press against his back and shoulders and arms and ass, whimpering at the sting and the friction and the exquisite power hamilton exerts over him. thomas hamilton’s increased breath giving him away and james rolling over with the help of his lover’s hands and dragging himself closer to await him, mouth open and eyes half-lidded to watch and wait. james mcgraw catching his lover’s seed on his tongue, lips, chin, chest, and licking what he can with the hunger of a starved man. 

thomas hamilton looking him in the eye when he comes, hand jerking himself over james’ naked form, james who looks at him as if he were a walking god. thomas still shivering with aftershocks as he pushes james up the bed and slams fingers back inside of him while his mouth works him. james lying back and arching up, hands fisting the bedsheets, knotting in blond hair, tugging and pulling, a single gasp all he dares let betray him as he spills thomas’ welcoming mouth. 

james mcgraw so sore after, from his thighs to his shoulders, the ache inside of him a painful reminder that he would not be without. thomas shedding the remainder of his clothes and wiping them clean with a cloth. thomas hamilton pulling james mcgraw into his arms and pressing his forehead against james’ temple and gently kissing his cheek. thomas hamilton stroking james mcgraw’s hair and opening his eyes now and again to look at him in nothing less than wonder, adoration, worship. thomas hamilton whispering again and again how much he loves him. james sinking into his arms and closing his eyes, basking in the display of devotion thomas always puts on for him after rough sessions. 

sometimes their love is gentle and intimate and romantic. other times, james needs thomas to make him hurt.