It hurts. It hurts so good, Hamilton tugging at his cock, more flaccid than hard, fucking into him roughly, against that spot, bright starbursts of pain, and him wiggling backwards, forward, trying to get more, trying to get away--
Hamilton comes, forcing the knot in, large and swollen and Burr whines, jerks against the bed, overstimulated, used, so wonderful, so close to those things he wants desperately--hit me, choke me, abuse me.
Burr purrs with the praise, the strain, stinging in his ass, melts against the sheets and turns, as well as he can, hissing for sweet, wonderful pain, to lick Hamilton's neck, his jaw, his face. Strange, old instincts, too sweet and tender for anyone else. A hole, yes. That is what he wants Hamilton to make him. Perhaps one day they will go there with no restraint. Use Burr until he cries, until he doesn't know who he is.
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Hamilton comes, forcing the knot in, large and swollen and Burr whines, jerks against the bed, overstimulated, used, so wonderful, so close to those things he wants desperately--hit me, choke me, abuse me.
Burr purrs with the praise, the strain, stinging in his ass, melts against the sheets and turns, as well as he can, hissing for sweet, wonderful pain, to lick Hamilton's neck, his jaw, his face. Strange, old instincts, too sweet and tender for anyone else. A hole, yes. That is what he wants Hamilton to make him. Perhaps one day they will go there with no restraint. Use Burr until he cries, until he doesn't know who he is.