"I would not stop you," Burr gasps, twisting his hips and beginning to fuck now in earnest. "I would not stop you, even if you decided to bend me over and fuck me on the desk in--nn--in headquarters."

He cannot bury his head in the crook of Hamilton's shoulders, cannot muffle the little sounds he makes--punched out of him by the rock of his own hips, feeling that cock sliding into him, good, so good. Oh, but he has to be quiet, and they have to be quick, and he is already embarrassingly far along, from that dual attention. Tightening his muscles rhythmically, working his body around Hamilton's cock.

"How does it feel?" he asks, and his voice cracks. "How does it feel, to have your cock in me? How does it feel to fuck me, out here in the open, where anyone can see--oh--" another bitten-off moan. The stretch is delicious, of being seated so fully, and the knot there, driven in and out of him by gravity, by the bounce of his own hips. He can hear it, he swears, sliding into his flesh.