He can feel Hamilton grinding into him, breath pitching up, even as he drifts, skin pressed to skin. Hamilton is so needy, so eager, making those wonderful, desperate noises, and Burr is not sure how much time passes, until he is being rocked back and forth on the bed, Hamilton nibbling at him, his own pleasure a distant hazy.

But then Hamilton sinks his teeth in, deep into Burr's throat, and he jerks, moans, and clenches down. Still not quite awake, as Hamilton uses him, but dreaming something pleasant, which makes liquid gather once more between his legs.