Laurens tongue trailed Alexander's neck, sending a shiver down the Caribbean's spine. This is the first time they've been free to do this since Alexander had recovered, and of course, he wasn't going to pass up on the opportunity.  

Laurens pulled the other male closer, fingers latching into his hair, catching him into an open-mouth kiss.

Hamilton chuckled softly, pulling back. In the dim lighting of the room, he could clearly see Laurens's hungry gaze meeting his own. He ran a hand into the blonde man's hair, catching his lips in another kiss. "I can't tell who's wanted this more-" He muttered between kisses.

"I've burned for your body against my own, dear. I would say that I was the one more desperate for this," Laurens chuckled gently against the man's lips. 

Alexander let a sheepish laugh pass his lips. "Is that so?" He inquired, wrapping his legs around Laurens's waist.

The blonde laughed, pressing Alexander roughly against the cot. "It most definitely is~..." He purred, undoing the buttons of Alexander's shirt. With each piece of skin revealed, Laurens placed a kiss, and offered a praise, complimenting the Caribbean's beauty, the absolute lavish of the man's pale skin. 

Hamilton wouldn't confess, but of course he adored the amount of praise he always received from Laurens. Praise is something he has grown comfortable with when it came to older blonde, which highly opposed the degradation that Lafayette offered. Hamilton liked both, really. 

Getting Lafayette and Laurens at the same time, however? They both mix it up. One moment, Laurens could be praising him, telling him how good he is, petting his hair, taking everything slow- meanwhile Laf, within personal preference, goes for a more rough route. Claiming Alexander's skin as if it were territory- hickeys along his collarbone, just out of sight. Lafayette bites, tugs, and scratches- possessive and extremely fun- but of course, if requested, he is soft, gentle, and giggly- not to mention mischievous. And- almost on demand- Laurens can be rough, possessive, and offer more degrading. 

But, of course, Hamilton always offers his consent.

Lafayette has tied him to his own desk, and Laurens has tried wax play- bouts of blood and knife play from the both. Hamilton has a scar on his hip to prove it- thanks to Marquis's insistence that his territory is to be claimed, and the only one to be able to share it is- and will always be- Laurens.

Alexander shivered at the thought, rutting his hips up against the blonde. "Wouldn't it be fun if we brought Marquis to join~?"

Laurens offered a smirk, glancing to the door. "I invited him," he began. "I'm certain he'll be here soon, my delightful."

"What makes you so sure-?" Hamilton challenged, a shit-eating grin on his expression.

"Marquis needs to refresh his claims." Laurens whispered. He pulled Alexander's shirt back, taking a good look at the collarbone. Any mark that had been there had faded to nearly nothing. He met Alexander's eyes. "He's going to want to mark your pretty skin up. He says his mark always leaves a nice compliment to the freckles on your shoulders." 

Alex flushed, tracing his hands down the blonde's chest. "Did he now?"

"Yes, he speaks often of how beautiful you look... Especially with some remainder of him on your skin." Laurens spoke in a lower tone. His hands hovered lightly over Alexander's waist, but he still picked up the chills that had ran down the male's spine. 

A peck at the door drew the men's attention. Laurens, assuming it was Marquis, hurried to open the door. He paused however. Yes, it was their lover, but behind him stood the general. Laurens's face heated, and he hurried to fix the buttons on his own shirt. "Sir-"

"Don't bother with that, John." Washington ordered, taking a step inside. He looked around, a soft smirk finding its way to his lips. "Marquis brought up an interesting request... And he absolutely insisted that I attempt it," He explained, examining his own nails for a moment.

Hamilton rose up, chuckling softly. "What was the suggestion?"

"Well," Lafayette took over. "We both know we love how John is an excellent dominate... But, isn't it about time we had some fun wrecking him?"

Laurens laughed. "So, you insist I submit?"

"That's the idea, yes." The Virginian straightened his posture, making eye contact with John. "As a matter of fact, that's the exact plan." He grinned. The blonde sunk back against the desk, clearing his throat.

"Do you consent to the matter?" Alexander questioned. He looked to Lafayette, mischievously grinning. The Frenchman smirked, wrapping his arms around the General's waist. 

"O-Of course-" 

Marquis giggled. "I could see the way you almost pined for the general, Laurens~..." He teased, now approaching the blonde. He pinned the man's wrists against the desk, making quick work at his neck. He nipped and sucked at the skin until it was red, knowing later that it would be bruised. 

Washington chuckled softly, pulling Lafayette away. "I have a certain request for you, dear."

"Oui, mon amour?"

"Go satisfy Hamilton, will you? Poor boy is rubbing his thighs together in anticipation. We can't just leave him like that, can we?" Washington teased. Laf grinned, but  offered a nod, hurrying over to join Alexander. Now, the Virginian turned his attention back to the blonde. "You look stunning, per usual, Laurens." He complimented, trailing the back of his hand lightly over his cheek. He smiled warmly at the brush of the Carolinian's peach fuzz against his knuckles. 

"Thank you, sir." Laurens flushed, avoiding eye contact. Washington grinned at the sudden shyness the blonde possessed, pressing a knee between his thighs.

"I've taken quite the interest in you, you know?" He questioned, brushing some strands away from the man's blue eyes. "Marquis speaks so highly of you, I couldn't quite help myself~..." 

"You've had your eyes on me for awhile then, hm?" Laurens grinned, pressing himself forward, searching for friction against Washington's thigh.

"Well, with the excellent performances that the other two have shown... I had to meet the instructor." Washington chuckled, holding onto the blonde's waist. He watched the way his hips moved, simply warming himself up. "Experienced?"

"Would you think this is my first time on the submissive end on the deal?"

"Of course not. Even I have experience on the submissive end," Washington chuckled, running his fingers through Laurens's hair. "My wife is particular in the way that I behave and preform- especially in bed. She's the one in control."

"She doesn't mind you messing with young gents?"

"She never did- as a matter of fact, she insist that I bring them home to share with her," The older man laughed. "Of course, with war waged and... Quite frankly, this winter, it's driven quite the... How should I word this-?... quite the peg between Martha and I."

Laurens nodded in understanding. He slipped his hands underneath the general's shirt, amused with the tense he got- though he loved the way the shivers grew as he trailed his hands from Washington's abdomen to his chest. "Well, I must say that- regardless of hardships, you hold yourself quite firm-"

"Well groomed as always," Lafayette chimed. His hands were teasing Hamilton's body- a light graze over the bulge in his breeches, to a slight tweak at the man's nipples.

"As a proper man should be." Washington laughed, pressing a soft kiss to John's jaw, trailing his lips further down. Laurens grinned at the attention, particularly fond of the way the general payed close attention to his reaction. A shiver earned a hickey, a groan would earn a soft bite. 

Laurens chuckled, looking up at the redheaded general, almost certain that his lust was showing through- that his craving was far more apparent than what he'd please. "God, please~..." His voice was barely above a whisper, but Washington seemed to take notice.

He pressed Laurens more roughly against the desk, pinning his wrists to the wooden surface. "What was that, Laurens?" He inquired, tone much more serious than it had been before. 

"Please," Laurens coughed, leaning his head back, face burning red. 

From the corner, Marquis had grinned mischievously. He looked to Alexander, nodding to the taller two. "Laurens had been giving Washington glances for the last while," he whispered, nipping the Caribbean man's ear. 

"It's about time that they advanced," Alexander chuckled softly, pressing back against the other man, searching for some form of friction. 

Laurens glanced over at the two, a steady glare in his eyes. "What are you two whispering about?" He growled. His eyes widened, however, a firm grip on his neck drawing his attention away from the two on the cot. He met the stormy blue of Washington's eyes, chuckling nervously.

"Focus on me, Blondie." Washington growled, pressing a kiss to the blonde's lips. "Ignore them. All your attention should be on me... I'd rather not have to punish you the first time that we get to have fun, dear."

Laurens adverted his gaze as Washington let go. "Yes... Yes, sir..." He chuckled softly. The older smiled, fingers finding their way over John's shirt, working to quickly undo the buttons. He pressed kisses each time more skin was revealed. His hand now traced to John's breeches, teasing over the bulge that had made itself known.

"You're already excited, aren't you?" The general teased. 

"Oh, most definitely~..." Laurens laughed airily. "You're the most respected man in camp~... I can't help but be excited for this~..." 

"Good, then it should be easier to prepare you for this~..."

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Laurens flushed at the memory of the night.

He had been tied down to the desk, exposed to the three men in the cabin. Washington paid special attention to his pleasure, making sure he had pleased, and absolutely wrecked Laurens. Lafayette had taken the privilege of  fucking Laurens's throat, and Alexander pleased himself by watching, and teasing him. 

He covered his mouth, remembering the feeling of Washington's rough, calloused hands against his hips. That compared to Lafayette's cold, slender fingers against his back, and intertwined in his hair, or Alexander's cold hands teasing circles around his waist, and occasionally his cock.

He now bit his lip, looking at the other three he was cuddled against. They had laid a blanket on the floor, near the fire place so they could all lay together.

He turned, burying his face into Lafayette's back, placing a soft mosquito-like kiss to his shoulder blades. The man was asleep, but Laurens enjoyed the warmth of knowing the man loves him.

It's nice.

It's incredibly nice.