The offered comfort eases his anxiety in one way, but deepens it in another.
"Yet, I would not be honest if I said it had no appeal to me, either," he says, drawing back, tingling from the sweet kisses. He cannot help it -- he indulges in that sensation, chasing the lovely kisses back to Burr's lips and sipping between, a lover's taste more intoxicating than the finest wines. "And you have been so generous, in sharing my body, to which you have every right to lay your claim -- in law, in right, and in truth, you could say, 'this is my cock, my knot, my hole' -- and instead you, with both our consent, lent it to another who gave it such pleasure. How miserly, to deny such pleasure to another who would enjoy it as greatly. And you could, as easily, be anxious, because Laurens has what you do not, and that which I have made no secret of enjoying."
He kisses up the line of Burr's jaw, once, twice, three. Then at his throat, a long and lingering kiss, worrying at that sensitive gland with his teeth. Presses his nose against it, and breathes in.
"You assure me, now, that you would choose me, if I made you choose -- and I would choose you, the same. But I freely add the deadly sin of greed to my faults, besides envy, and lust: if there is a way for us not to have to choose, I am willing to try it." He pulls back, enough to see Burr's eyes, glittering black. "Only -- perhaps we could reserve some things for us, alone? Or for when we are all present."
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"Yet, I would not be honest if I said it had no appeal to me, either," he says, drawing back, tingling from the sweet kisses. He cannot help it -- he indulges in that sensation, chasing the lovely kisses back to Burr's lips and sipping between, a lover's taste more intoxicating than the finest wines. "And you have been so generous, in sharing my body, to which you have every right to lay your claim -- in law, in right, and in truth, you could say, 'this is my cock, my knot, my hole' -- and instead you, with both our consent, lent it to another who gave it such pleasure. How miserly, to deny such pleasure to another who would enjoy it as greatly. And you could, as easily, be anxious, because Laurens has what you do not, and that which I have made no secret of enjoying."
He kisses up the line of Burr's jaw, once, twice, three. Then at his throat, a long and lingering kiss, worrying at that sensitive gland with his teeth. Presses his nose against it, and breathes in.
"You assure me, now, that you would choose me, if I made you choose -- and I would choose you, the same. But I freely add the deadly sin of greed to my faults, besides envy, and lust: if there is a way for us not to have to choose, I am willing to try it." He pulls back, enough to see Burr's eyes, glittering black. "Only -- perhaps we could reserve some things for us, alone? Or for when we are all present."