Lapping at skin, copper smell, teeth on the back of his neck, holding him down, no chance to get away, to escape, as something thrusts into him. That does something to Burr, as he begins to resurface, shoots something hot and warm to the tip of his cock, firming up now against the sheets.

Rocking, hitting that place deep inside, and he fists the bedding as he feels something spill, hot liquid inside him as he himself clenches down, whimpering through waves of pleasure, driving that intrusion deeper.

He comes down slowly, smelling something sharp and familiar, feeling that weight still pressing down on top of him, teeth releasing.

"Alexander--" Burr asks, words slurred as his body continues to clench. Something strange, pheromones, making him feel this way. Claimed, owned, taken. Jerking again, aftershocks of pleasure as he realizes. "Did you--?"