USER ⌜ᵗʳᵃᵍᶦᶜˡʸᵉⁿᵈᶦᶦⁿᵍ⌟

Thomas let his eyes flutter shut, mouth hanging open as whines and pleads came out. He whined out John’s name like mantra as it slipped easily off his tongue. God, he loved saying his name. It gave him a sense of power, although in this situation he had little to none. “John… John… John! Oh god…” His hands reached up and buried themselves in John’s hair.

_{confident as he was in his ability, having recieved praise from both abigail && thomas on several occasions, it still lit a fire under him to hear his name gasped out in such a way. his free hand slipped down to palm himself while he lapped away fervently, a pleased hum vibrating in his throat. a finger pressed into jefferson && briefly thrust a few times before curling against his g-spot.}