Burr's thoughts fizzle-out, when Hamilton makes that suggestion, ignoring all words that come after. Hamilton's mouth is lovely, when it forms around those filthy words. He can feel his pupils dilate at the suggestion, the sheer degeneracy of it, of Burr filling Hamilton, fucking into him and pumping him full of seed. The power, that Hamilton would allow Burr to enter him, to come inside him, despite their secondary genders, leaves him heady and needy.

He is careful not to dislodge Theo, but he grabs Hamilton by the cravat, yanks him firmly into the mattress and turns so that Burr is hovering over him, carefully throws a leg over his bulk so that he cannot move, knee pressing into his groin.

"I would like nothing more than to pin you to this mattress and fuck you," Burr growls, pressing into him, "until you were needy and begging and out of your mind," leaning down, licking beneath his ear, nibbling.

"but I am afraid we must control ourselves, in front of dear Theo." Oh, but how fun it is so toy with Hamilton, to leave him breathless and overwrought, so before he pulls away Burr wraps a hand into his hair and tugs harshly, connects their mouth in a filthy kiss, biting and sucking until Hamilton allows him access with his tongue, refusing to pull away even as Hamilton squirms, until he must disconnect to breathe.