OKAY GUYS. I am so so sorry that this chapter is late, thanks for being patient with me while I worked through that horrible couple of weeks of writers block.

Anyway the block is over and I am ready to get back on the updates!

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Okay so anyway this chapter is another saucy one, I hope you guys are ready :p

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Alexander stirred slowly as sunlight streamed in from the nearby window. The smell of lavender filled his senses. He shifted slightly and sighed with content, he couldn't remember the last time had had been so comfortable.

He felt as though he was surrounded by warmth and comfort, it made him pull the comforter up to his nose and nuzzle down further into the softness of the pillow, the contentment winning out over any wants to get up and deal with any engagements he may have had today. Well it was Saturday.

He burrowed his head into the pillow, had his bed always been so comfortable?

He cracked an eye open, expecting to see his usual gray and barely decorated walls and his droopy dark curtains.

Purple. What he saw was purple, purple walls, accented with soft lilac curtains which were gently flowing in the gentle breeze from the window which was open just enough to let in a gently breeze and the scent of freshly cut grass.

His eyes opened wider. Where the hell was he?

He attempted to lift his head from the pillow to get a better look at this surrounding and in that moment a pressure that lay across his stomach shifted, had that always been there? He flinched as a mystery arm wrapped a little tighter around him. He heard a low groan as the man behind him began to stir.

A million questions raced around his head.

Who was he in bed with? Someone from the party? How would he explain that to Thomas? Wait, was it Thomas? If it was, had they sealed their bond? He really hoped they hadn't, he didn't remember a thing.

Wait...Purple. Purple walls and Lilac curtains, it was Thomas. Blood pumped in his ears and a breath caught in his through. He was in bed, with Thomas, naked, or did he have underwear on? He couldn't tell.

Another groan sounded from behind him, as Thomas grip intensified, pulling him closer, his solid chest pressing against his back so he could feel the slow rise and fall of each sleepy breath. Alexander was tense, not really know what the hell he was meant to do in that moment.

Should he go back to sleep? No his heart was beating too fast, he never be able to. The large hand slid down, settling below his bellybutton, the little finger gently brushing the little sprouts of fair hair that trailed down and disappeared beneath the waist band of his underwear.

He swallowed heavily as Thomas snuggled his face in the crook of Alexander neck, his beard scratching lightly against his bare shoulder.

Well, I guess he would think of worse ways to wake up. It was an unfamiliar thing to wake up to warmth and comfort and colours in the arms of the man destiny states you're meant to be waking up next to. It was nice, very domestic, but nice.

It felt like that was where he should be, wrapped around his soulmate unwilling to get out of bed.

Completion, there was that word again. Washington was right.

He slowly shifted on the bed gently turning on to his side, then over once more until he was facing the other.

Thomas's cheek was slightly squashed against the pillow but his face was relaxed and content, the hand that once lay on his lower stomach now rested at the base of his back, just above his ass, it made Alexander flush a little as he studied the sleeping face of his soulmate.

Still handsome even when unaware, his lips puffy, hair wild from sleep and cheek bones impossibly high.

Alexander gently lifted the cover they were both buried under, careful not to wake the other, first Alexander checked if he still had underwear on. Glancing down and sighing in relief as he realised he did. He was about to drop the comforter when he notice that the sleep pants Thomas was wearing had slipped down to reveal delicious hip bones and a coarse trail of hair that Alexander felt the urge to follow with his tongue. He settled for followed it down with his eyes, and realise one of two things, either the sleep pants were very tight and left little the imagination or Thomas was a very well endowed man. It was definitely leaning towards the latter.

He stared intently, unable to tear his eyes away from the girth of the long bulge that was pressing against the sleep pants in a lazy but inviting way, his mouth watered slightly at the thought of seeing the beast that lay just beneath the thin stretch of fabric in the flesh. He managed to tear his eyes away for a moment and they landed on the man's midriff which was completely ripped. Even through the man was lay limp and relaxed each muscle budged and he began to wonder if the other had been carved out of stone. He couldn't help the low whistle that left his lips.

"Woah"

"That what you said last night"

Alexander scrambled back to see Thomas's eyes lidded but open and regarding him with a sleepy amusement.

"I...I was...just..."

"Checking me out? I don't blame you." He grinned and Alexander replied with a deep flush

"Why am I here? Did we...?" He trails off not sure whether he wanted to know the answer.

"You refused to go home, so I brought you here instead. But no, nothing happened, not for lack of trying on your part." He smirked as Alexander rolled over to bury his face in the pillows to let out a loud groan of embarrassment.

"Hey, don't you worry your pretty little head about it sweetpea. I could barely resist you" He breathed and pulled him into his arms once again.

"Well I have to say I can think of worse things to wake up too" Alexander muttered as he settled inside Thomas's hold, his face resting on the others chest.

Thomas chuckled and lay a kiss against the top of his head.

"So could I." They settled into a comfortable silence, just holding one another and listening to their breathing at they synced together. Alexander could hear birds singing outside, it was probably still early morning, but he was never one to sleep in, even on Saturdays. Having said that he had no immediate plans to leave this bed today, not only because he feared as soon as he became upright his hang over would kick his ass, but also because he didn't want to. He felt so safe and secure in Thomas's solid arms that he allowed himself this time of rest he allowed himself to relax and not think about work or papers, he didn't want to think about anything that wasn't inside this room.

"We should talk" Thomas voice cut through his thoughts and he sighed.

"I knew that was coming" He mumbled and rubbed the pads of his thumb between his eyebrows, there was the headache, well at least he'd gotten 10 solid minutes of hangover free peace.

He tilted his head back so he could see the others face, he looked as unwilling to have this conversation as he did, but never the less it needed to happen. They needed to know where they stood.

"So...What's the plan here?" Thomas mumbled uncertainty on his face of how to phrase the question.

Alexander scoffed. "Seriously? You're talking like we're in the office."

"Well I don't see you helping!" He resorted.

They chuckled together and let the sound fill the room before dying back down to gentle but tense breaths.

"You know, after last night and watching Herc and Laf, I couldn't help but wonder if...We could ever be like that. They seemed so happy together..." Alexander blushed tracing random patterns on the others chest. He watched his finger move, too embarrassed to look up and catch Thomas's gaze that he was sure was locked onto him.

His check rose and fell heavily with the others chest. "Yeah, they make quite the pair. I'm sure... that we could be like that. I mean. I'm happy with what we are now and I don't want to rush or try to be like them because I want us to find our own way there. To have our own dynamic. We haven't exactly been a conventional soul bonded couple up to now" He mused.

"I don't think we would ever be a conversional anything" Alexander chuckled in response. "You know Hercules had already popped the question to Lafayette at this point in their relationship, after like a month. I mean I get they're meant to be together but a month? Really?" Alexander laughed but looked back on the memory with a fond smile. He remember Lafayette's face when Hercules had gotten down on one knee at a dinner party and asked him to be his husband, the Frenchman's eyes had filled up instantly and he let out a wail of "Yes!" before throwing himself down and into Hercules's arms sending them both crashing to the floor in love sick joy. The scene has been sickeningly sweet and at the time Alexander thought he would never understand that joy, but now he felt it bubbling in his chest and stomach. He had found his soulmate, and yes the beginning had been bumpy but here he was in bed, waking up to colours and warmth and his idiot of a soulmate.

"We are a pair of emotionally inept idiots, but I think we have been doing an okay job of...making this... work...up to now... guess" Alexander dragged the sentence out, he had never excelled at talking about his feelings but that was okay, because Thomas didn't excel in that area either. He mused to himself that to two of them would just have to deal with vague explanations of how they were feeling for the rest of their lives, they were so dysfunctional it was kind of funny but they could make it work. They could definitely make it work.

"I think we are. I'm doing a better job though." He teased,

"Hey screw you, I'm definitely doing a better job, I hated you like a month ago."

"The feeling was mutual sweetness, But of course, me being a master of romance and being the handsome mother fucker I am managed to sweep you off of your feet, I can't blame you for being unable to resist." Thomas chose that moment to wiggle the peck muscle Alexander was currently leaning his head on and Alexander scoffed and slapped him playfully. He lifted his head so he could see the other's shit eating grin.

"Please! You're just good with your hands." He poked back with a smirk. Thomas lifted an eyebrow a matching smirk on his face.

"Oh Darlin' you think that was good? Just you wait to see what I can do with the rest of me." He purred out, pulling the other over so he laid fully against the others chest, Alexander's legs sliding in-between his own. It was hard to ignore the way both of their cocks slid against one another through the fabric of their pants and underwear. Alexander managed to hold back the gasp but could not hide the shiver.

"Well it will take a shit load more of your wooing before we get there" Alexander teased breathlessly.

"Oh Darlin" He drawled. "I'll woo you so god damn hard you'll be begging me for it" He growled playfully before pulling Alexander down and into a heated kiss, both of them uncaring and unfazed by any morning breath they may have. The kiss was urgent; both of their lips sliding together like two pieces of a puzzle. They moaned and whined against each others lips like it was the first kiss they had shared. In a way it felt like it was, the feeling was always the same when they kissed, like an explosion of happiness, pleasure and want. The kiss grew messier and rougher as it went on, teeth knocking and tongues fighting, passion flowing through them as they explored each other mouths.

Alexander pulled away first, place his hands on either side of Thomas's head to lift himself up.

"I never did repay you for that did I?" He whispered his voice husky and heavy with want. Thomas reached up to tuck a rogue piece of hair behind his ear.

"You don't need to sweetness. I enjoyed it just as much as you did." He smirked but his cool demeaned quickly changed as he felt a hand slip into his pants and wrap solidly around his cock, nothing gentle or shy about it. Forward and to the point, just like Hamilton himself.

Thomas half moaned half growled, low in his chest so the sound rumbled through him and the room itself. Alexander tongue shot out, licking his slightly chapped lips and slowly his hand began to move, at first it simply trailed up and down his length at a leisurely pace but with every movement, even slight Thomas felt pleasure cascade over him like he was stood underneath a waterfall. So this is how Alexander had felt that night?

"Oh shit Darlin'..." Thomas moans were delicious, deep and effortlessly sexy, Alexander drank them in like he was dying of thirst and Thomas's voice was a fresh spring of water.

Alexander halted his slow pace much to Thomas's disapproval but took the time to pull Thomas's pants low enough so that his cock sprang free and greeted the morning with a bounce. Alexander locked his eyes on to it and was a little taken back. It was even bigger than before, now hard and stood to attention. Thomas chuckled lightly at the reaction.

"It may look scary darlin' but it don't bite" He purred, placing his hands behind his head to lean up and get a better view of Alexander kneeled between his legs.

"It may not... but I do." He smirked before leaning down and gripping the length once more, however this time he did not start to pump it, no. He simply lifted it to meet his lowing lips, Thomas eyes widened as he watched the others pump lips wrap around the head of his cock and suck.

"Shit, Alexander" He purred.

His tongue circled the head, dipping into groove before moving down to tease the sensitive point in which his foreskin met the tip of his cock. Thomas's body arched, his hips thrusting up with abandon in search of more of that sinful mouth.

Alexander smirked and chuckled, the sounding causing vibrations to encase the head of Thomas's cock causing him to grip the sheets until his knuckles turned white.

Now Alexander had had lovers before, being without a soulmate was lonely and others who had yet to find their soulmates often passed the time in the arms of other soulmateless individuals. He had had lovers of both sexes and thought himself quite skilful in the bedroom all in all. But if there was one thing Alexander exceeded at in the bedroom. It was blowjobs.

Alexander allowed his month to drop down, taking half of the others cock into his mouth and throat before pulling off and pumping it with his hand. He trailed his tongue down the length until he reached the others sack. He let his tongue trace over the balls before sucking one of them into his mouth completely, rolling it with his tongue.

Thomas was seeing stars, and they had barely begun, the slow but firm pumping of Alexander's hand and the way that sinful mouth worked him had his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Alexander please Darlin'" His voice was breathy and full of need and even though he had not specified exactly what it was he wanted Alexander seemed to just know exactly what he needed. He released the ball from his mouth with a satisfying "pop" and trailed back up his shaft to wrap his lips back around the head.

Thomas locked eyes with Alexander, those beautiful captivating eyes seemed all the more so when his lips were stretched around the head of his cock. With a smirk and never breaking eye contact Alexander's mouth sank down, lower and lower, taking him in inch by inch until eventually he hit the base. Thomas groaned and watched in awe as Alexander took his length down his throat.

Thomas had also had his fair share of lovers over the years and none had quite been able to do that. He wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to lean back against the pillows and bask in the world shattering feeling of Alexander warm mouth and sinful tongue, but he couldn't...wouldn't break that delicious gaze that Alexander held him in.

Alexander lifted up until the appendage almost slid out of his mouth, pausing for a moment, before sliding all the way back down again, when he hit the base, his tongue peaked out of his lips to gently run across his sack once more, the sound that left Thomas was other worldly. He repeated the action until Thomas was rock hard to the point of it being a little uncomfortable, he was pretty sure there was no blood left in any other part of his body, all of it rushing down to compensate for just how aroused he was at the hands (and mouth) of Alexander.

"Come on sweetness, I need you to go faster." He wasn't proud of the whining sound that left his lips, but god damn was Alexander good at this. It was good to know that he had even better uses for his mouth other than his never ending talking.

Alexander smirked, but heeded Thomas's plea and began to pick up his pace, his lips rising and falling up the shaft, at first from bottom to top, then adding a hand at the base to pump as he worked. His hand pumped and twisted at the bottom and his mouth sucked and tongue teased the tip, the combination had Thomas writhing in the bed desperate for something to hold on to, he opted for one hands in the sheets and the other slid into Alexander hair and gripped tightly.

Alexander keened at the feeling, the sound once again vibrating through Thomas cock.

"You like that darlin'? You like it when I pull your hair while you're sucking my cock? Oh god you look fucking beautiful Alexander." He moaned, spurring the other on with his words, Alexander groaned at the word and picked up the pace, meeting his hand with each thrust of his mouth. Thomas was actually beginning to debate whether he had died in his sleep and gone to heaven, every cell in his body was buzzing with pleasure. Usually he could last rather long but he could feel himself toeing the edge as Alexander worked him vigorously. There was no way he was going to last very much longer.

Alexander could taste the saltiness of Thomas's precome on his tongue and knew he was close, so he picked up his pace once again, slamming his lips down on the others cock and pumping it like his life depended on it. It was a gorgeous sight, Thomas moaning and sweating underneath him his eyes locked with his, desperate for release and Alexander was more than willing to give it to him. He actions became faster and faster until Thomas's back was arched off of the bed and he was thrusting up into his mouth, he was moments away from his release when without warning Alexander removed his hand from the base of his cock and slammed his lips down, allowing Thomas to fuck his throat freely, Thomas gripped his hair tighter as he fucked Alexander's face for a few extended moments before coming down his throat with a shout of Alexander's name.

Alexander swallowed everything Thomas gave him happily; waiting until he had rode out his orgasm and slumped back into the bed before slowly lifting his mouth off of him. He placed a kiss to the tip before throwing himself down beside his spent lover.

Thomas panted and stared at the ceiling in a post orgasmic bliss.

"God damn." He breathed. "All this time we've just been talking when you can do that with that mouth of yours?" Alexander barked a laugh and playfully hit his shoulder. Thomas gathered him in his arms.

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Thomas chuckled as Alexander surveyed the dining table that was literally full to the brim with food. Eggs, Bacon, sausages, porridge, Bread, fruit, pastries, coffee, tea, and juice, everything anyone could possible want for breakfast lay before him as he gawked at the sheer amount.

"This is too much." Alexander blinked; pretty sure that even when Thomas and him were full they wouldn't have even made a dint. He wanted to laugh, it was all so over the top, just like Thomas himself.

"Well I didn't know what you'd like so I had my chefs make everything." He said simply and took his seat, opening up the paper the lay next to his plate. He began to slowly fill his plate with fluffy scrambled eggs and brown bread.

Alexander took his seat across from the other and grabbed a handful of strawberries, dipping them in a little bowl of sugar before popping them in his mouth.

"Would never have taken you for the kinda guy to have a sweet tooth." Thomas mused and watched the other from above the paper; Alexander merely shrugged and poured himself a cup of coffee.

After ten minutes of eating and discussing different topics Thomas was reading about in the paper they were both full to the brim. They leaned back in their chairs, the paper was discarded and forgotten about.

"I was going to offer a second round but I'm too full to move." Thomas laughed sipping at his orange juice as the other finished off his second cup of coffee.

"I don't think I could even if I tried." He replied.

"Yuo should have just let me pay you back before" Thomas teased, after he had come down Thomas had offered to reciprocate the favour but Alexander had refused insisting he didn't do it just to have the other repay him.

"Well about that... I have a request." Alexander asked a determined look in his eyes but a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. It was adorable really; Thomas lifted an eyebrow, his interest peaked.

"What it is?" He asked, sipping once again at this orange juice.

"On Monday I want you to blow me in my office." Thomas choked, spluttering at the others words. Alexander flushed darker and waited for the other to catch his breath.

Had he heard right? Because he was pretty damn sure Alexander Hamilton just asked him to suck his cock in his office. At the white house. Jesus fucking Christ.

"Come again?" Thomas asked, the amusement in his eyes could not be hidden. So his soulmate was a little kinky? That was definitely something he could get behind.

"As repayment for this morning." He clarified.

Thomas's grin only intensified. "Oh darlin' when you ask so nicely how can I damn well refuse?"

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WOAH. It was so easy to write this chapter because I am lowkey a perv.
Actually its not even low key. I'm just a perv. Lololol

Dirty talking Jefferson is my sexuality.

So will Thomas actually go through with Alexander request?
Who knows?

me. I know.

(Theanswerisdefinitelyyes)
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