Burr's belly and his thighs are still soft from the pregnancy, and it lends a lovely taper to his waist and hips. Burr melts against him, warm and intimate, and he cannot help his body's own reaction to it. He does hope they invite him into their bed again, should they have the opportunity...
He does his best to banish those thoughts.
"There," and his hand massages the first breast, now softer. "A little better?" He lets that hand fall to Burr's waist, slide around to hold him steady at the small of his back. He sees goosebumps follow his touch, the path of his breath, and he lifts the second to his lips.
Holding Burr this way, he can feel the way the man sighs, the way he lets Laurens take more of his weight. His manhood awakens at the proximity of Burr's slight but appealing form, and at least Burr doesn't seem shocked by it -- nor does he devote any attentions to it, which is good.
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He does his best to banish those thoughts.
"There," and his hand massages the first breast, now softer. "A little better?" He lets that hand fall to Burr's waist, slide around to hold him steady at the small of his back. He sees goosebumps follow his touch, the path of his breath, and he lifts the second to his lips.
Holding Burr this way, he can feel the way the man sighs, the way he lets Laurens take more of his weight. His manhood awakens at the proximity of Burr's slight but appealing form, and at least Burr doesn't seem shocked by it -- nor does he devote any attentions to it, which is good.