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slowtoanger ([personal profile] slowtoanger) wrote in [community profile] amrev_intrigues 2022-05-07 03:39 am (UTC)

Burr doesn't squeal, when Hamilton snaps his hips forward, but he does make a kind of high pitched noise, on the end of a bitten off moan.

If feels so strange, to be taken in this way. Tight, gripping, building to something, and when Hamilton bumps against some place inside him he grinds his face against the sheets, whimpers.

"What--" he tries, stops, moans again, clenching. It feels so good. And he has gone so long without, so needy, even when he ached with the pains from the birth. A whore. Hamilton's whore.

He begins pushing his hips back, feeling each inch sliding in and out of him, the small jolts of pleasure that travel through Hamilton's body to his own. He cannot see Hamilton like this, face down and ass up, yet the degrading nature of the position makes his cock leak, heavy between his legs.

He is shaking now, his knees sliding on the bedding with each punishing thrust, trying desperately to maintain that position, that angle.

"If feels so good," Burr gasps, and he had not known, yet been fascinated all the same, at the way Hamilton took Laurens cock, begged for it. "Please, harder" he says, and he doesn't know what he is asking for until the words leave him, "choke me."

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