My Dearest, Laurens

A. Hamilton THE SMUT IS REAL

I agreed to go dancing with John that night but little did he know, I had MUCH bigger plans for that night. I was actually quite excited for it.

I couldn't believe it when we got there and no one was doing anything John taught me. I glared at him and he smirked at me.

"I wanted you to be able to do your own thing here, not be controlled by whatever you think dancing should be. Come on, just feel the rhythm and move to it." John told me with a smile.

I could never say no to that smile so I allowed John to drag me onto the dance floor. I stood there for a minute trying to get a feel for the rhythm but once I finally had, the music stopped.

"Stop overthinking it, Alexander. Just move." He told me.

I tried, I really did but I always think logically and I think things through way too much. John sighed and rolled his eyes at me before grabbing my hips and moving them along with his.

"I was hoping you would be the dominant one, Alexander, but it seems I'm the one who has to take control of the situation." John said.

"Okay, that's it." I said and removed his hands from my hips.

I started swaying along with the beat, not really thinking about anything. It felt amazing! I had never let go like that in my life. John was such a positive influence in my life, I couldn't believe I had almost lost him just a couple of weeks ago. I also couldn't believe he almost sucked fucking Thomas Jefferson's dick just a few days before.

I still hadn't gotten over it fully. I had barely even kissed John and yet the campus asshole Thomas Jefferson had him almost sucking him off.

That's when I decided to put my plan into progress.

I gave John little kisses now and again to get him used to it and with each time the kisses got longer and longer until we were making out and grinding on the dance floor.

"Hey, you wanna head back to the dorm?" I asked.

He nodded his head yes and we headed back.

I couldn't wait until we got in so I slammed him against the door and started making out with him while unlocking the door. It unlocked and I pushed him into the room, never breaking contact. I tried to walk us into our room but we ended up bumping into everything so I pulled away for a second and led him into the room. He flopped on my bed and I immediately rushed on top of him, removing his shirt along with mine. I admired his chest for a second before kissing his neck, sucking and leaving hickeys. I started kissing down a bit. I rubbed his sides and looked up at him.

"You're so beautiful, you know that, John Laurens? So beautiful." I told him.

"Not as beautiful as you." He whispered.

I moved all the way down and removed his pants along with his underwear. I spread his legs and rubbed my finger along his virgin hole. I was about to do this to him. I was about to bring him pain. I was about to do something that he could potentially regret. I got cold feet.

"John, are you su-" I asked but he cut me off.

"Yes, Alexander. I love you." He said.

I took a deep breath and spit on my fingers.

"I'm sorry we don't have lube. This is probably going to hurt more." I looked up at him apologetically.

"It's fine, Alexander. I know you would never purposefully hurt me." He gave me a slight smile.

I inserted one finger and he tensed up a bit but relaxed very quickly.

"That's not bad at all. I'll be fine, Alexander." He said.

I inserted another finger and he tensed up for much longer with this one as I slowly moved the fingers in and out and scissored them out to stretch his hole. My spit was wearing out so I spit a bit onto his hole and my fingers and continued by adding another finger and I heard a slight yelp from him.

"John, are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." He replied.

After a couple of minutes he relaxed and I started moving a bit faster and I finally heard a small moan of pleasure come from his mouth and I smiled a bit.

"A-Alexander" he breathed out.

"Does it feel good, John? Are you still in pain?" I asked, moving my fingers even faster.

"N-no pain. Feels so good. I want to make you feel good, Alexander." He replied, shakily.

I removed my fingers and moved up to John's face. I kissed him passionately and he kissed my back. I could taste a drip of hunger on his lips and I pulled away.

"Let me make you feel good, Alexander." John demanded in a whisper.

I couldn't not take him up on the offer so I moved back and John climbed on top of me.

"John, you know you don't have to do this, right? This doesn't have anything to do with my pleasure. It has to do with your pleasure and just, being close to you and being intimate with you." I told him.

"Alexander, stop worrying so much. I want you to enjoy this just as much as me." He said.

I nodded my head and he ducked down. He started at the base and I could feel his tongue move all the way to the tip. He licked my tip multiple times before taking as much of me into his mouth as he could. He started bobbing his head and moving his tongue around.

I was a moaning mess by then. John looked up at me with these big, golden, innocent eyes and I couldn't help but tangle my fingers in his puffy, beautiful hair.

"John, if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum." I told him before he popped his mouth off of my throbbing erection.

John laid on his back and spread his legs out.

"Wow, what made you so ambitious?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. I didn't mind the ambition though as I put a bunch of spit in my hand and rubbed it all over my dick. I slowly placed my tip at his entrance and moved in a snails speed.

I saw his face tense up and I stopped for a second but after a while his face became normal again and I moved in even slower, trying to hurt him as little as possible.

After a few minutes I heard him say my name very quietly.

"Yes, my love?" I asked tenderly.

"Faster." He managed to breathe out

I willingly obliged and started moving faster. John started moaning and I couldn't help but be so happy at the fact that I was actually making my amazing, sweet, beautiful John feel good. Thomas could never do this to him. I pushed that thought aside though, as I would not let annoying thoughts of Thomas Jefferson fill the best night of my life.

John kept moaning and yelling my name and I felt the small pool begin to develop in the pit of my stomach.

"John, I'm about to cum." I said.

"Me too." He breathed out in between moans.

After another minute I spilled out in to John and after a few more second he came all over our stomachs, moaning as loud as he could.

Breathlessly, I pulled out and laid next to John, pulling him up under the covers with me.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"No," he said and I got worried, "I'm absolutely amazing." He smiled.

I sighed and smiled, laying my head on his and falling asleep with John in my arms.