#hamliton

Every time he smiles, your heart leaps a million feet in the air. It is that very smile that can light up a room, make anyone feel instantly at ease, and it is just overall very comforting to look at. His smile actually makes you smile in return.

“I missed you too much,” Daveed says as fluidly as ever. If there was one thing he is, it is definitely charismatic. “Everyone will be fine without me for one night.”

You nod and bend down to pick up his jacket that he seemingly neglected on the floor. You grab the garment, stand straight, and turn to put it away. But you did not get very far. In that very moment, Daveed grabs you by the waist and pushes you against the wall in the hallway. The portrait of the two of you rattles as you drop the jacket. Your hands push against the wall and you could feel his breath against your neck.

“Like I said,” Daveed mumbles against your ear, “I missed you.”

You groan as he held you in place and you wish you could see his face. You want to see what he is doing, what face he makes, where his hands are going. Instead, your instincts rely on touch alone and right now, Daveed’s hands move around your frame. You think he is going to hug you and maybe he is, but his hands are occupied by the hem of your shirt. His fingers trace the bottom of your shirt and they hook in place.

Very slowly he moves his hands up your body, bringing your shirt along for the ride. Your breath hitches at the back of your throat. You are afraid to make any sudden noises and scare him off or end this too early. You struggle to keep it together, but he can tell. He sees the small trembles running up your back. He seems the way your arms raise themselves in the air, allowing him to remove your shirt completely. He sees what he is doing to you and he loves every second of it.

You don’t ask any questions. You go with the moment. You missed him too.

“There was a lot of talk tonight,” he mumbles against your ear. Right now, his hands slide down your sides, where they land on your hips. His fingers graze over the feeling of your jeans, hook themselves through the belt loops, and tug against the restraints intimately. “A lot of talk about significant others. Summer plans. Upcoming holidays and vacations. I stood there and just…” he leaves little butterfly kisses against your neck and his hands move to the front of your jeans. Before you could even blink, he unfastens the button.

Your palms arch themselves against the wall and you feel him moving behind you. You feel him breathing against your ear, his lips against your neck and shoulders. A chill ran up your spine once he undid the zipper on your jeans.

“Daveed,” you say as your eyes close. Your fingers curl tightly against the wall and he backs away, but not by much. He kneels behind you, grabs your jeans and pulls them down. His knees reach the floor and he carefully picks up one of your feet, then the other, in order to pull your jeans off your legs completely. His hands ride up your calves, gripping your thighs when he raises to his feet again.

You are standing there, your back against your man, in nothing but your bra and panties. His hands roam around your body and grip your waist in a hunger. He spins you around and you face him. That million-dollar smile remains on his face. Finally seeing him before you, you waste no time. You can’t tease him like he is doing to you. The need for him is far too great to continue playing games.

You grab his shirt, a simple gray t-shirt, and pull on it until he bends down enough for you to practically rip it off his body. His hands rest against the wall, one on either side of you which locks you in place. Not that you wanted to go anywhere, not with this gorgeous man standing before you.

You are going to say something. Your mouth parts to let some words slip by but he is quick. He claims your mouth with his own in a sudden kiss that sends all your nerves in a frenzy. You grab onto him. You wrap your arms around his neck and he effortlessly picks you up. Your legs have a mind of their own as they latch around Daveed’s waist. He pushes you against the wall, the portrait of the two of you shifts and slips unevenly.

He carries you into the bedroom. You know exactly where he is going even though you are deep in the sensual kiss. He lays you on the bed, kicks off his pants, and he crawls on top of you. Your hands run over his arms, his chest, everywhere within reach.

“You missed me that much?” you ask. He nodded. His smile shines bright as his fingers case over your bra strap and trace the cup. “I’m going to need some proof,” you grin.