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In the bedroom set aside for him, Washington carefully laid Alexander on the bed. The moment his hands left Alexander’s skin, Alexander’s eyes blinked open. “Sir, please,” he said. He spread his legs wide.
Washington stood back to shut the door and stripped his uniform as quickly as he could. “A moment. Get your clothes off, son.”
“Sir, please,” Alexander repeated, an edge of distress creeping into his voice. He shifted uneasily on the bed.
“Alright,” Washington soothed. He was having trouble staying focused himself. He tugged off Alexander’s mud caked boots, peeled off the sodden stockings and breeches.
“I need,” Alexander insisted, as Washington’s hands brushed up his thighs, lifting his shirt up and over his head.
“I have you,” Washington said. Alexander’s limbs were cold and clammy to the touch but his sex was slick and swollen already. The scent of his arousal overpowered everything else. “Yes.” Washington pressed Alexander’s thighs wider and dove in, licking him open with broad laps of his tongue. Alexander made a pained sound that Washington echoed.
He was only worsening the terrible need building between them. He pulled himself away, tonguing at the underside of Alexander’s cock. He moved up, positioning himself between Alexander’s thighs and burying his cock in that delicious cunt.
Alexander let out a punched out groan at the penetration and Washington responded with a low growl. Alexander was perfect, perfect, perfectly satisfying. And not just the physical sensations. The newly formed bond lit up his senses. He fucked into Alexander, feeling the echo of Alexander’s blissful response.
He kissed Alexander forcefully, lewd strokes with his tongue as their hips moved together. Hamilton pulled his mouth away, tipping his chin up, and up. Washington knew what he wanted. He wanted it too.
He paused only long enough to rearrange their position, sitting so he could pull Hamilton onto his lap. This way he could thrust up into Alexander with quick, shallow strokes and at the same time fasten his mouth to the fresh bite he’d left on Alexander’s neck.
“Ah!” Alexander whined, blunt, dirty nails digging into Washington’s back as Washington sucked and sucked on the open wound. Was it tender and painful still? Or did it feel as good for him to have the physical mark of their bond stimulated as it did for Washington to lick and bite at it?
Alexander rode Washington’s every thrust. His movements only got more frantic. Before he knew it Washington was slipping over the edge, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Alexander’s hips as he spent.
His peak continued, on and on as his cock swelled, trapping Alexander on his knot. A low groan escaped him as he luxuriated in the feeling.
Alexander squirmed and Washington kept his hands firm around Alexander’s waist to keep the squirming from tugging too hard on sensitive flesh. “Wonderful, my boy.” He pressed an affectionate kiss to Alexander’s lips. “I should have done this the very first day I saw you.”
Alexander kissed him back desperately. “Sir, please!” When Washington didn’t respond immediately, he tilted his head back, baring his throat. His cock pressed against Washington still, hard and straining.
“Shh,” Washington soothed. He had no intention of leaving his omega unsatisfied. He wrapped a hand around Alexander’s cock and gave him firm, steady strokes. He placed soft, gentle kisses against the inflamed skin of Alexander’s neck.
Alexander spilled in the tight space between them with a sob. He slumped boneless against Washington’s chest. Washington cradled him close, moving his lips up to press against damp, wild hair. To think, not even an hour ago he’d thought Alexander lost completely. “You gave us such a scare, my dear,” he said, shifting as best he could to lie them down. Alexander’s legs were splayed in a way that wouldn’t be comfortable for long.
There would be time to fully discuss Alexander’s actions later. For now, Washington’s head was pleasingly full of all things Alexander. How nicely he fit in Washington’s arms, the feel of his skin as Washington ran his hands up and down his back, the nearly narcotic effect of his scent from this close.
He was being unusually quiet though, for Alexander. He must be exhausted from his ordeal. Washington cupped the back of his neck. “I’m sorry this all had to happen so quickly.”
Alexander took a deep breath, then let it out in a sigh.
“I thought I’d lost you,” Washington said. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. You should have had a proper courtship and proposal, as you deserved. In the winter, after the campaign was over would have been better.”
Alexander spoke up at last. “You’d been planning this?”
Washington tipped Alexander’s face up. “I had always intended to take you as a mate.” Certainly he’d thought about it. At the time he’d convinced himself it wouldn’t be appropriate, which was obviously not true. What could be more appropriate, having a mate as clever as Alexander serving as his most trusted aide?
“You had?” Alexander’s eyes were so expressive.
“Absolutely. The most promising young omega in the entire army,” Washington declared. “You would have said yes, of course?”
Alexander squirmed in discomfort as the swelling of Washington’s knot finally subsided and he was forced to withdraw. Washington shifted them both to a more comfortable position. “Alexander?” he prompted.
Alexander let out another low sigh as he tucked himself into Washington’s arms. “Of course, sir.”