He must be gentle, even when Burr begs so well. This hurt the first time, for Hamilton; he was treated roughly, by a boy just as ignorant as he was. Not until Laurens did he have someone who could really make him light up, from the inside.
"I can feel you straining," encourages Hamilton, shrugging off one arm of his jacket, working at the throat of his shirt. "There is a place, on men..." His free hand falls to Burr's hips, holds him steady. "Now... there you are." He finds the little swell, deep in Burr's body, and coaxes at it, light and circular rubs. "It'll have you all warmed up for me. Ready for me."
He has to pull away to strip, which he does hastily, nearly dropping his boot by the baby, before remembering to slow down and be quieter and more careful with it. He muffles a little laugh against Burr's throat as he returns. "Poor needy thing, I'm sorry," apologizing for his brief absence, as he draws on more slick and presses three fingers now into Burr's body.
"I'll show you how to do this," he promises. "I'll show you how to find it in me. How to get me hot for it -- are you hot for it, Aaron? You're so warm inside. I wonder, if you'd been knotted so many times, if you were so loose, if I could fit my whole hand in your cunt. Give you a fist instead of a knot, how does that sound?"
He slides his cock into the wet mess between Burr's legs, not penetrating him, just moving his length along that slick warmth. Covering himself in it.
He pulls away.
"On your front," he says. "Present yourself for me."
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"I can feel you straining," encourages Hamilton, shrugging off one arm of his jacket, working at the throat of his shirt. "There is a place, on men..." His free hand falls to Burr's hips, holds him steady. "Now... there you are." He finds the little swell, deep in Burr's body, and coaxes at it, light and circular rubs. "It'll have you all warmed up for me. Ready for me."
He has to pull away to strip, which he does hastily, nearly dropping his boot by the baby, before remembering to slow down and be quieter and more careful with it. He muffles a little laugh against Burr's throat as he returns. "Poor needy thing, I'm sorry," apologizing for his brief absence, as he draws on more slick and presses three fingers now into Burr's body.
"I'll show you how to do this," he promises. "I'll show you how to find it in me. How to get me hot for it -- are you hot for it, Aaron? You're so warm inside. I wonder, if you'd been knotted so many times, if you were so loose, if I could fit my whole hand in your cunt. Give you a fist instead of a knot, how does that sound?"
He slides his cock into the wet mess between Burr's legs, not penetrating him, just moving his length along that slick warmth. Covering himself in it.
He pulls away.
"On your front," he says. "Present yourself for me."