Requested by @LazyRiiver :

~ Canon era sugar daddy Thomas with hair pulling kink Alex as his sugar baby

~ Thomas is 4+ years older than Alex

"Sugar, I'm home!" Thomas strolled into his estate, cane clacking against the wood flooring. The large home was seemingly empty. "Where are you, baby?" He called out. He knew Alex wasn't in the garden per usual because he'd checked before coming in.

    Receiving no response, the twenty-five-year-old made his way around the house. He peeked into the dining room and parlor and inspected the drawing and music rooms before moving to the kitchen. The downstairs bathroom door was open, so he definitely wasn't in there. Finding no sign of his paramour on the first floor, he tucked his cane under his arm and made his way upstairs. He checked the library, Alexander's study, even his study as Alex would sometimes work in there when he wasn't home. He claimed it smelled like him.

Bypassing the guest rooms, Thomas entered their shared master bedroom. There he was, shirtless and modeling what seemed to be a new and very expensive pair of breeches. He watched himself in the mirror as he adjusted his belt, paying no mind to his lover leaning against the doorframe.

Thomas enjoyed watching him, the taut muscles of his back flexing as he moved and a generous view of the curve of his backside in those pants. What a view.

Pushing off the doorframe, Thomas strode over to his boyfriend with his cane still tucked under his right arm. He wrapped his left around Alex's middle, fingers splaying over his flat stomach. Thomas held Alex's gaze in the mirror as he pressed a light kiss to the side of his neck.

"I see someone went shopping today," Thomas' warm breath flowed over Alexander's ear as he whispered into it. His hand was slowly slipping downwards over the immigrant's tan skin.

"What can I say? I never had the opportunity to be spoiled like this back in Nevis." Thomas' hand had reached his belt buckle and was undoing it as he spoke.

"Mmm," Thomas hummed thoughtfully. "Well, it's a good thing I love you so much, huh Kitten?" His hand was now undoing the button on Alex's trousers and pulling down the zipper.

"Uh huh," Alex mumbled and let his head tilt back onto Thomas' shoulder as the Virginian's hand found its way into his underwear, curling around the base of his hardening member.

"Ah ah ah," Thomas reprimanded lightly. He pushed the silver tip of his cane under Alex's chin and used it to draw his head back towards their reflections. "I want you to keep your eyes on mine, okay Darlin'?"

Alexander only nodded, trying his best to not let his eyes flutter shut as Thomas began to pump him. Low moans escaped his lips as the hand around his stiff cock moved up and down at a steady pace. It twisted, squeezed, and tugged rapidly. His thumb spread the slick beading at his tip along the rest of his painfully throbbing need as Thomas tossed his cane onto the bed and allowed his now free hand to drift to Alexander's hair. He wound the silky black ponytail tightly around his fist and yanked it back harshly while simultaneously dragging his thumbnail over the hypersensitive underside of Alex's shaft. The sharp cry that spilled from his pretty pink mouth was music to Thomas' ears.

Eyes still trained on Thomas' in the mirror, Alex panted from the mix of pain and pleasure. "I'm c-close," he whined out.

"I want you to watch yourself as you come undone for me." Thomas' low, husky timbre caressed his skin. "The way your beautiful brown eyes darken and dilate, the way your skin flushes a seductive red, and the way your soft lips part to scream my name."

"Thomas..."

A deep chuckle rumbled from the southerner's chest, vibrating against Alex's back as his bouncing curls brushed his bare shoulders. "Go ahead, Sugar. Let go for me."

Alexander did just that as Thomas snapped his head back with another harsh tug on his hair. He watched and felt his dick jerk in the rough palm of his inamorato before spilling into it and his new pants. He kept his eyes trained on those of Thomas' reflection as his mouth fell open to yell out his name, waves of satisfaction crashing through him as Thomas continued to stroke him through his release.

Removing his hand from down Alex's trousers, he held the now coated appendage up in front of Alex. "Clean it," he purred.

Alex gulped before dutifully licking up the "mess" he'd created, diligently flicking his tongue between each long digit until only brown skin could be seen.

"Good boy." Thomas' ever-present cocky smirk was very apparent in both his voice and physical reflection in the mirror.

Alex huffed and let out a frustrated whine as he examined his disheveled state and the dark stains seeping through the fabric covering his lap. "These are brand new, Thomas. I wanted to wear them to the dinner tonight." The Schuylers, mutual friends of theirs, had invited them over.

His significant other merely laughed heartily and spun him around to face him. He swiped his thumb over the plump bottom lip the stubborn twenty-one-year-old was poking out before bending over to press a loving kiss to his pout. Thoroughly enjoying the whimper that left his needy lover as he pulled away, Thomas stood to his full height once again and dug into one of his pockets. He pulled out a few bills and parted Alex's mouth with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand pressing into his chin. Tucking the money in between his short white teeth, Thomas shut Alex's mouth, pet his cheek affectionately, and walked over to their en-suite with Alex's glare on his back.

"Go buy yourself a new pair, Sugar." With that, Thomas shut the door.