Hamilton is going to die. Apoplexy will take him, right here. His throat has gone dry.
And Laurens, poor Laurens, so unaccustomed to Burr's confident handling of himself. Not expecting the way Burr draws him in, the animal magnetism of it.
Hamilton divests himself of his coat. And kneels on the bed, reaching then for Laurens', sliding it back off his shoulders, one arm and then another. "I told you," he mutters, to Laurens, as Laurens cradles Burr's head and delves between his lips, in return, as though he could invade and capture that wicked tongue. "Of course -- for you should know intimately the length, and girth, you are to command inside of me." He dips in to kiss Burr's temple. "Now, what would you ask of me?" As he undoes the ties at the cuffs, at his throat.
"And he well knows he can be rough with you, while you can only be gentle with him," Hamilton warns Laurens.
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And Laurens, poor Laurens, so unaccustomed to Burr's confident handling of himself. Not expecting the way Burr draws him in, the animal magnetism of it.
Hamilton divests himself of his coat. And kneels on the bed, reaching then for Laurens', sliding it back off his shoulders, one arm and then another. "I told you," he mutters, to Laurens, as Laurens cradles Burr's head and delves between his lips, in return, as though he could invade and capture that wicked tongue. "Of course -- for you should know intimately the length, and girth, you are to command inside of me." He dips in to kiss Burr's temple. "Now, what would you ask of me?" As he undoes the ties at the cuffs, at his throat.
"And he well knows he can be rough with you, while you can only be gentle with him," Hamilton warns Laurens.