Aw thank you! I’m always a fan of my fans. Here’s a little flinthamilton domestic au, because I needed Thomas lying on a futon.
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After changing clothes, feeding the cat, and watering the flowerbed Thomas finally flopped down on the futon after work. He let out a sigh and stretched out his legs. From the kitchen James peeked around the corner at him, drying dishes.
“You said you would make tilapia and rice tonight,” he said.
Thomas huffed out another sigh. He threw an arm over his face.
“I’m too tired,” he mumbled out.
“But you make the best tilapia,” James whined, disappointed.
“Bite me.”
Silence. Ah. Thomas closed his eyes, arm still over his eyes. After a few minutes he felt the futon shift and creak with added weight. Then his shirt was being pushed up. A pair of cool and soft lips kissed his stomach, working their way up to his nipple. He startled when he felt James’s teeth; a canine gently biting down on him. Chills went down his arms. He uncovered his face and looked down. James pulled down his shirt collar and did the same to his shoulder, biting and sucking.
“What are you doing?” Thomas asked, trying not to smile.
“You requested to be bitten,” said James. He moved from Thomas’s shoulder to his lips, kissing them and then sucking Thomas’s bottom lip between his teeth and slowly pulling off.
“I’m just honoring your request,” finished James, his eyes bright and mirthful.
“I’m not sure this is helping me relax,” said Thomas as James tugged Thomas’s pants down and bit harder into his hip.
“Ahhh.” Thomas hissed but the sensation was far from painful. He let James’s lips explore his hips and thighs, alternating between gentle kisses and harder nips, until Thomas could feel the cool we trail his mouth left behind.
James pulled himself back up to Thomas’s face, pursing those very nice lips of his.
“If I make dinner, will you continue where you left off?” asked Thomas hopefully.
James gave him a lop-sided grin.
“The better the tilapia is, the more attention I’ll give you,” he said in a rough-hewn voice that made Thomas whimper.
“Deal?” asked James, bucking his hips into Thomas’s just once.
Thomas grinned.
“Well get off me so I can start cooking!”
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Flinthamilton + bite me? Pretty please. I’m a big fan of your writing.
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