AdrenalineHigh

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Alexander Hamilton has a choking kink- or fingers in the mouth type—shit. Like anything that’ll shut him up, he’s drooling over. John Laurens suspects as much, which is why when John’s fingertips brushed his lips, a devious and slightly knowing smirk on his face as he looked down at Alex, his mouth parted ever so slightly, and the bratty remarks he’d been throwing around previously, ceased entirely. John’s eyes darkened, pushing into his warm, wet mouth, and Alexander groaned around them, his eyes fluttering.

“You’re so much prettier when you’re not talking your mouth off, aren’t you, baby?” John said, sultry and condescending, and a shiver ran down his spine when he felt the vibration of a moan dance up his knuckles. All Alexander could focus on was the feeling of John’s fingers on his tongue, tracing his teeth, and pushing deeper into his throat. 

“You want me to finger-fuck your mouth, sweetheart?”

Alex just whimpered in response, the sound slightly muffled. 

John took his fingers out and grabbed Alexander’s cheeks, and with an air of cruelty growled, 

“say it, Alexander.”

He looked at the ground, tips of his ears a flaming pink.

"Please, John.“

His grin stretched, vaguely demeaning.

“All of it.”

“I want you to finger-fuck my mouth, please.”

John’s eyes darkened, and he smiled sweetly. “There’s my good boy.” He patted his cheek and pushed back into his mouth, his fingers further than before, the tips breaching the back of his throat, and Alex had to breathe frantically through his nose, trying not to gag.  Alex twisted his tongue around John’s fingers, and he pulled them out slightly before thrusting back in.

John tutted, “so eager,” and curled his other hand around Alex’s jaw, so he could fuck his mouth properly. The digits dipped Into the hallows of Alex’s mouth again and again, undulating like water, and he couldn’t stop a bit of saliva from creeping past his lips. A feral smile painted John’s face. 

He tsked. “Look at the mess you made, Baby.” He slid his fingers out, and rubbed the tips of them on Alex’s lips, smearing his spit and drool everywhere. He flushed wildly, “sorry,” he whispered, his voice small and croaky.

John chuckled. “You’re so pathetic, aren’t you?” Alex coyly nodded. 

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