(now for some classic FlintHamilton with a lil spiiice~ prompted by @primarybufferpanel @buildarocketboys and @flintsredhair thomas is the most popular it seems??? and why wouldnt he be that soft angel has a kinky side lets be real)
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It started innocently. Thomas was passing, saw a stray lock of hair out of James’ queue, and kissed James’ cheek whilst tugging it.
James had gone bright red, a soft squeak coming from somewhere in his throat.
A grin found its way to Thomas’ lips and he leaned in, breath tickling his lover’s ear. “Why, Lieutenant, what is this I’ve uncovered?” He murmured, drawing James to him and stroking a hand down his side. “Did you like that?”
They were past the point of shame, sharing all their unusual tastes. Jame nodded and swallowed thickly. “I did,” he breathed. His body had gone rigid, the swell of his crotch noticeable even through the thick breeches he wore. Thomas brushed his hand over that bulge and listened to the delightful hitch in James’ breath.
He pulled James’ queue and reveled in the sound of pure lust that dripped from James’ beautiful lips.
It took minutes to get them both undressed, not much longer to get James on his knees on the bed, Thomas behind him and lapping at that place he was most sensitive. Not weeks ago James had been aghast at the idea; now he craved Thomas’ mouth, his tongue, his fingers.
Thomas took James’ hair in one hand and tugged, bowing the man’s back as he licked into James as though his life depended on it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Thomas you-” James panted, his breath sharp and strained as his throat worked to take in air. Though Thomas could only see so much, what he did see was beyond beautiful. The perfect arch of James’ back, the freckles across his spine and ass, the tremble in his body as he worked hard to stay where Thomas wanted him.
“Touch me!” James begged, thrusting back against Thomas’ lips with an almost desperate need. “Please, Thomas, my Lord, I beg you- fuck!”
Thomas gripped his cock in one hand and pulled his hair tighter, lifting the sailor by his hair to lean against Thomas’ chest.
“Come for me, James,” he kissed the column of James’ neck and bit down as James writhed against him.
James came as though it were an order, his mouth dropping open and a sob falling from his lips as he painted Thomas’ hand with his release.
Hair Kink pt2
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