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slowtoanger ([personal profile] slowtoanger) wrote in [community profile] amrev_intrigues 2022-05-17 03:48 pm (UTC)

Never feels more sated than when Hamilton is buried in him, tied, and he feels those little jolts of warm pressure, the feeling of his semen spilling inside. He can't get pregnant again this war, if he means to make anything of himself besides a mother, yet he cannot deny the pleasure of it, to be bred in this way, the breathless risk, hazy, remote, good.

Oh, and Hamilton, sweet Hamilton, cradling Burr's body against himself, whispering such wonderful things, showering him in kisses. Burr, never as good with words, does nothing but press into it, keening, releasing those sweet-pheromone smells, as he had done that night in the inn. Yours, yours. Reaches down between them, takes Hamilton's balls in his hand and rubs at them, massages, milks more out of him, even as he remains with his head buried in Hamilton's shoulder, lax and limp.

"Oh, what are we to do now," Burr asks, voice gone low, "with you buried inside me. In front of everyone. Your cock, knotted in me, where anyone could see my stretched hole, how wonderfully I take you, but for this cloak."

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