"I must show my gratitude to you, Washington," Hamilton said, stepping within a breath's distance from Washington.
His eyes searching the room out of panic, unsure of what to do, Washington tried to step out of Hamilton's reach. Before he could back away, Hamilton reached for Washington's cravat and gave it a light tug. He drew in closer, breath suspended. Only centimeters away from Washington's mouth now, Hamilton traced his finger around the outline of Washington's face, still holding onto the cravat.
"-Xander… You can't…" A light tap of Hamilton's finger on Washington's mouth stopped his speech from continuing.
"You want me to."
His heart was beating quicker, his mind was disoriented.
"N-No…" The slight words barely escaped his lips before Hamilton brought both of his hands to Washington's head. He stared, he loved, and he got lost: all in his eyes. Leaning in, he realized that there was no escape, there was no going back. His financial plan wouldn't even be considered if Washington objected now; this was the final leap of faith he had to take. He took it.
Both of his hands swiftly dropped from Washington's face to his chest. Gathering the coat's fabric in his hands, he tried to hold himself back. His hands dug deeper into the coat with every passing second, until the eternity of trepidation over the matter came to an end.
"Hamilton, please…" Washington uttered hesitantly, unsure of whether or not he enjoyed the sinful pleasure that he received from this treatment.
Hamilton stopped him from giving closure to the lingering sentence. Pressing his body against Washington's, Hamilton wrapped his arms around Washington's torso. He leaned in, let a small laugh escape, and then brought his lips to the other man's. The kiss wasn't lustful, nor was it sinful; it was gentle.
Suddenly their breathing grew heavier, their gasps weaker, and their voices silent. Maintaining the gentle silence, Hamilton pulled away from the kiss. Not expecting his sudden withdrawal, Washington tried to lean into the empty kiss. Washington realized that his heart was bursting, his body was bursting. He was happier now than he had ever been before, it was uncontainable. Realizing that something was tugging at his crotch, he looked down, a pink tint on his face.
"This isn't… The Christian thing to do…" he sputtered, trying to object to going further.
"Who gives a damn?"
Hamilton redirected his gaze towards Washington's crotch. A grin unmasked itself on his face, and a sudden lust overcame him. He dropped both knees to the floor, and put a finger on the man's bulge. Washington let out a restrained moan. The usual broad and valiant figure of America's hero had succumbed to the immoral pleasures of this man. Washington brought one of his arms to his forehead, unable to cope with the immense excitement that had spread throughout his body as Hamilton slid his finger around the damp spot in the man's trousers.
"If you're going to do it, then do it!" Washington haphazardly yelled. The words reverberated throughout the room, and Hamilton smiled in pleasure.
"Of course, Mr. President."