Oh, God help him, Burr is just laying back and opening himself up, and all of his parts are just right there, and Hamilton is not gonna get aroused again, really, he's not, he promises himself.

No, he's getting hard. Despite his embarrassment.

"It was..." He is flushing. "I barely knew what I was doing, I'm sorry, you smelled so good." He kisses the inside of Burr's knee. "You've never smelled like that before."

He is very conscientious, thorough and as gentle as possible, in wiping him down. Gently on the lips of his cunt, checking carefully for any blood or injury.

"I liked it," he confesses. "I liked all of it. You were so wet, and it was everywhere, and you smelled like you loved it and like you were mine." A soft inhale -- "And you... it's not all from me. You ejaculated, from your..." How can he say this so easily during sex and be tongue-tied now? "I didn't know that could happen." Takes a breath -- "Then it smelled like both of us, and I... I'm sorry."

He has to pull back, for a moment, trying to will down the insistent swell of his erection.

"If Theo wasn't here," says Hamilton, his voice as controlled as possible, "I would already want to fuck you again."