"I would love to be filled," Burr whispers, "until I could not but remember my own name--I can be very accommodating," looking at Hamilton through his eyelashes, a coy kind of smile.
Hamilton is red-faced, shy, and it is so adorable that Burr leans up to kiss him again, as slow and filthy as the first. "I would not ask anything of you that was painful or uncomfortable," he purrs, "but perhaps your last partner was not as accommodating or worshiping as I would like to be," and his hand drifts down to squeeze Hamilton's rear, to massage and palm over the flesh, "if I could knot you."
But Hamilton is also nervous, eyes which dart away, squirming, for a different reason than the hardness in his trousers. Very adorable, for all Burr does not wish to infantilize him, but oh, that is something he should say to Hamilton out loud, isn't it?
"You are very cute," Burr says, and then; "I trust you would never feel uncomfortable sharing these things with me, as I would never judge you for even the most perverse of inclinations, as you have not revealed mine, and indeed have been nothing but accommodating, even when confronted with the delicate nature of my condition in the past spring. Indeed," Burr says, as he angles his body to bring his own pelvis, the evidence of his arousal, against Hamilton's hip, lagging as it may be--perhaps a sad symptom of blood loss--"I find your perversions quite exciting."
Oh, but perhaps there is something else--"I would only ask to know that this other--" a swallow, his own embarrassment now, "would be no replacement for me in your heart or bed."
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Hamilton is red-faced, shy, and it is so adorable that Burr leans up to kiss him again, as slow and filthy as the first. "I would not ask anything of you that was painful or uncomfortable," he purrs, "but perhaps your last partner was not as accommodating or worshiping as I would like to be," and his hand drifts down to squeeze Hamilton's rear, to massage and palm over the flesh, "if I could knot you."
But Hamilton is also nervous, eyes which dart away, squirming, for a different reason than the hardness in his trousers. Very adorable, for all Burr does not wish to infantilize him, but oh, that is something he should say to Hamilton out loud, isn't it?
"You are very cute," Burr says, and then; "I trust you would never feel uncomfortable sharing these things with me, as I would never judge you for even the most perverse of inclinations, as you have not revealed mine, and indeed have been nothing but accommodating, even when confronted with the delicate nature of my condition in the past spring. Indeed," Burr says, as he angles his body to bring his own pelvis, the evidence of his arousal, against Hamilton's hip, lagging as it may be--perhaps a sad symptom of blood loss--"I find your perversions quite exciting."
Oh, but perhaps there is something else--"I would only ask to know that this other--" a swallow, his own embarrassment now, "would be no replacement for me in your heart or bed."