As though married couples don't disappoint one another all the time.
Hamilton closes his eyes and stills himself, a long moment. Hard to tell what he's doing from the outside. Stretching his other senses, listening for anyone near enough actually observe them, not just see the shape of them on a distant log.
Conversation, too far away and indistinct; the echo of men drilling in the mud.
Hamilton's hands move to Burr's trouser buttons, undoing one, two, three. He slips his hand inside and palms Burr's soft cock. He's desperate for closer connection, he realizes. Something frantic. And so he bites at Burr's collarbone and pets that little, soft organ, soon knowing the gratifying sensation of feeling it thicken and elongate in his hand.
His other hand, he burrows into the trousers and between Burr's legs, fingertips stroking the barely-damp entrance to Burr's body, coaxing out the slick.
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Hamilton closes his eyes and stills himself, a long moment. Hard to tell what he's doing from the outside. Stretching his other senses, listening for anyone near enough actually observe them, not just see the shape of them on a distant log.
Conversation, too far away and indistinct; the echo of men drilling in the mud.
Hamilton's hands move to Burr's trouser buttons, undoing one, two, three. He slips his hand inside and palms Burr's soft cock. He's desperate for closer connection, he realizes. Something frantic. And so he bites at Burr's collarbone and pets that little, soft organ, soon knowing the gratifying sensation of feeling it thicken and elongate in his hand.
His other hand, he burrows into the trousers and between Burr's legs, fingertips stroking the barely-damp entrance to Burr's body, coaxing out the slick.