"Oh -- Are you --" He'd only intended to bring Burr off, feel the way his husband rides his hand, while he flushes and tries not to move to much, tries not to show what they're doing. But Burr, as always, is more of a slut than even Hamilton anticipates.
It's better than the affirmations, the words. The fact that Burr wants him matters more than any of that, because it means that even when he's brought low and weak, he is desired. And Burr seems to like it too.
Far be it from him to stop Burr. A sweet, wet cunt envelops him, shocking warm in the cold winter.
"You're already soaking," and Hamilton's voice is low, low, so it doesn't carry. "Are you always ready for this?" Voice is broken, muffled into Burr's collarbone, his breast. He fixes his lips on Burr's nipple, not sucking on it, but taking it in far enough that he can roll it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. One arm wrapped around so a supporting hand is at Burr's lower back, and the other taking him in hand, still, working his erection.
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It's better than the affirmations, the words. The fact that Burr wants him matters more than any of that, because it means that even when he's brought low and weak, he is desired. And Burr seems to like it too.
Far be it from him to stop Burr. A sweet, wet cunt envelops him, shocking warm in the cold winter.
"You're already soaking," and Hamilton's voice is low, low, so it doesn't carry. "Are you always ready for this?" Voice is broken, muffled into Burr's collarbone, his breast. He fixes his lips on Burr's nipple, not sucking on it, but taking it in far enough that he can roll it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. One arm wrapped around so a supporting hand is at Burr's lower back, and the other taking him in hand, still, working his erection.