"oh," Burr says, shifting when he feels that twitch, "I think rather you are the one that likes is--" begins circling his hips again, just to torment him--shallow little bounces. "Would you like to see me taking their cocks, fucked by anonymous strangers, while you watched? Why does it excite you Hamilton--the though of me, fucked in the streets, taking their knots, seeded by them." It is a reckless thing to do, to push this situation farther, to urge that knot to stay swollen, yet something compels him. Always a little off balanced, less responsible where Hamilton's body is concerned.
"I'm so loose already, from being such a slut. Perhaps you could fit your fingers in, alongside that knot." Taking Hamilton's hand, guiding him there, where his slick flows around Hamilton's cock.
Too absorbed, to notice anyone is approaching until Laurens' is there, until his voice startles Burr enough to make his squeak, jerk, held in place by the knot.
"I was getting worried he had killed you," Laurens says, seemingly oblivious, "or the two of you had wandered off somewhere to freeze. Come now. There's work, and Theo is crying for her mother"
He is smiling, affable, yet under the cloak Burr is still speared on Hamilton's cock. The best person who could have found them, all thing considered, yet still--
"Oh, well," Burr stutters, his face red. He is clinging to Hamilton, yet the man is not offering much help. "I can't move, you see. Not for--a few minutes at least."
Perhaps, if he were not so off balanced by the sudden company, he would throw off the cloak, and give Laurens a show. Invite him to take Burr from behind, if they were not in the open.
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"I'm so loose already, from being such a slut. Perhaps you could fit your fingers in, alongside that knot." Taking Hamilton's hand, guiding him there, where his slick flows around Hamilton's cock.
Too absorbed, to notice anyone is approaching until Laurens' is there, until his voice startles Burr enough to make his squeak, jerk, held in place by the knot.
"I was getting worried he had killed you," Laurens says, seemingly oblivious, "or the two of you had wandered off somewhere to freeze. Come now. There's work, and Theo is crying for her mother"
He is smiling, affable, yet under the cloak Burr is still speared on Hamilton's cock. The best person who could have found them, all thing considered, yet still--
"Oh, well," Burr stutters, his face red. He is clinging to Hamilton, yet the man is not offering much help. "I can't move, you see. Not for--a few minutes at least."
Perhaps, if he were not so off balanced by the sudden company, he would throw off the cloak, and give Laurens a show. Invite him to take Burr from behind, if they were not in the open.