office party

[ofanotherera]

It goes almost just as Alfie would have expected. He ends up spending the most of the night with cocky, hotshot second year associates trying to subtly talk themselves up, and him grinding his teeth and holding an incongruously delicate champagne glass- then eventually trading it for a tumbler of scotch.

When Tommy finally springs him, he puts a warm arm around his waist, give him a kiss on the throat, just below his ear, and walks him out of the place just like that, standing tall against the stairs, and nobly waiting untl he gets to the elevator to chuckle.

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[ofanotherera]

"Shaking for it."

He whispers, and picks up the pace a little faster, fucking him with three fingers now, eyes half shut.

"Fucking beautiful. Going to do this to you right on top of that desk."

[bleak_midwinter]

He sees Alfie's eyes drop a little, but his own are still wide open, their light blue darker now. He almost chokes when Alfie says that, involuntarily moving his hips down, for more of that.

[ofanotherera]

When Tommy chokes, Alfie's hand squeezes, wanting to keep him croaking, keep him fighting for air, as his fingers work harder.

"Yeah. Pretty thing on a pretty shelf."

[bleak_midwinter]

He genuinely chokes, now, but his eyes are still open- still consenting, still fine, but soaring, like his body is at once nowhere and three times more sensitive than usual. He wants to come- so badly wants to come, but this time can't without the extra stimulation, while Alfie's hand is still keeping him anchored to the spot.

[ofanotherera]

"I'm going to let you breathe, and when I do, you're going to come."

Alfie tells him, softly, like that, once said, is that. Not yet, not yet, but looking him in the eyes, making sure he understands.

"You are going to come for me. Like a good little-"

[bleak_midwinter]

He catches the implication through the haze in his mind, eyes wide and shocked, hips stuttering, and his mouth drops half-open in a perfectly silent moan. He feels like a can of soda that got shaken around too much, ready to burst whenever Alfie wants him to.

[ofanotherera]

"Tommy-"

Hoarse, now, or rather, even hoarser than his usual croak. He lets his throat go, and reaches down, stroking him hard with that hand, ready to help him the rest of the way there in case his body isn't ready, enjoying the vicarious rush.

[bleak_midwinter]

The moment Alfie touches him he sobs, even if his muddled brain isn't sure if he's allowed- but he can't hold back as he shakes apart in Alfie's lap, coming in thick, hot spurts. His eyes press closed and he keeps coming around Alfie's fingers- dry, but still jerking his hips, still shaking. He falls forward eventually and wraps his arms around Alfie's neck. His breath is irregular and raspy in Alfie's ear.

[ofanotherera]

Another night, Alfie will do this to him again and fuck him right now, like this, right through the aftermath. Today, though, he stops, and swallows his desire, wrapping his arms around him and taking the time to reassure him.

"Good God in heaven, Tommy Shelby, the way you make me feel."

[bleak_midwinter]

He can't even make a joke; he's still shaking, and every few breaths it sounds like a sob is just a hair away. He pushes his head into the side of Alfie's neck, trying to calm himself down, but every time he moves he feels the pressure again and he wants to moan or cry or kiss Alfie until the other man can't breathe himself.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie makes soft and careful shushing sounds, and eventually reaches up, gripping him hard by the nape of his neck, and giving him a little shake, hoping it'll be enough to push him one way or the other, into weeping outright or breathing properly.

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets out one short, heart-wrenching sob and then- settles, easy as that, legs wrapping around Alfie more comfortably.

"You take care of me," he whispers, eyes still closed. "Can I...?" Help in turn.

[ofanotherera]

"How tired are you, pet?"

He wonders, rubbing the clean hand through his hair.

"How worn?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He shakes his head. "Tell me?"

Because there are parts of him that are exhausted and parts that are not; he can't answer before knowing what part Alfie wants.

[ofanotherera]

"I'd have you. Any way you like."

Grinding his hips up, before leaning up to steal a kiss.

[bleak_midwinter]

He smiles against Alfie's mouth, brittle but present, and kisses him back briefly.

"On my side, your chest against my back." Which is intimate, and slow and sweet and just what he needs.

[ofanotherera]

"Good."

Alfie murmurs, rocking over, to gently, carefully deposit Tommy on the mattress. He smooths his hands along his shoulders, kisses his ear, his throat, the side and nape of his neck, as he coaxes him over and up onto his side.

When he wants, he has no shortage of tenderness in him.

[bleak_midwinter]

He sighs softly, and draws up one knee so Alfie can push inside when he wants to. He is perfectly calm now, and the other man's ministrations make him feel warm and pliant.

"What do you think of the most? When you're alone?" Now, he notices: his voice is hoarse and raspy, and the knowledge of the reason makes him shiver.

[ofanotherera]

He thinks about this, as he presses in, holding Tommy's thigh and lifting his leg a little higher, pulling him ever so slightly up and into the thrust.

"You, at the point of overstimulation. When your great big eyes go bright and glassy."

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets out a soft whisper of a moan, closes his eyes and rolls with Alfie as much as he wants. It amuses him, distantly, in a flattered sort of way, how often Alfie speaks of his eyes.

"You push those expressions out of me."

[ofanotherera]

"I know. That's what I like. I like taking your body and wringing it-"

Rocking his hips up, starting a slow rhythm, taking care to reach around, tweak his nipples, one, then the other, short pinches and tugs to get him shivering.

[bleak_midwinter]

"All the way to the edge," he rasps, and he arches his back, chasing Alfie's hands. Some fire returns to him, but it just leaves him shivering and pleasantly excited instead of desperate.

[ofanotherera]

"That's it-"

He purrs to him, returning to holding him splayed open, to kissing along his ear, and to enjoying how he feels.

"I am possessive of you, my lovely thing."

[bleak_midwinter]

"I would let no one else be possessive but you." He talks with his eyes shut, and like this the stretch if Alfie inside of him is even better.

[ofanotherera]

He stops murmuring to him as he picks up speed, finding a rhythm he likes and keeping at him, even though it's very late, even though he's very tired.

Eventually, he grunts, and rolls Tommy over onto his front, sliding overtop of him and bending to kiss his ear, his shoulder, the nape of his neck, before starting again.