Hamilton draws in a sharp breath. He can't believe what he just did. He's coming back to himself, aware again, and his face burns -- how could he? First biting, and then marking? They aren't animals, they're civilized men. It's not acceptable.

And yet he smells the salt and bitter of a climax on Burr. Did he like it?

"I'm," he says, "I've never done that before, I'm -- you just smelled so good --" A soft and guttural sound as Burr trembles tight around him again. He nuzzles at the back of Burr's neck, licks again at the wound from his teeth. "I couldn't help it." Mumbled, against Burr's skin. "You feel so good. How are we still tied, this long?"