If anything he is more embarrassed, when the initial adrenaline fades, and he is left feeling shakey and turned on while Hamilton laughs at him.

He can feel the way Laurens look, with hungry eyes, and he cannot help squirming again, on Hamilton's knot. Yes, his other passage--quite warm, and it would be only right, wouldn't it?

He glances around, yet he can't see anyone, through the fog, their own little world here, isolated. Laurens must have been looking for them for some time, or gotten lucky. And really, if Washington did send Lafayette, the man would not bat an eye. It would be nice, to tease Laurens--to get him frustrated enough to give Burr a good fucking.

He looks, maintains eye contact, as he draws the edge of the cloak away, shivering as his bare ass is exposed, and lifing himself just barely on his knees, so the place where he Hamilton disappears into him in visible, spend dripping down, the place where his own come streaks his chest. Can see the way Laurens drinks the sight in, the hardness in his pants, the way the breath catches in his chest.

"Yes, quite cold," Burr says, as he begins to wiggle. "And I am so warm inside. I should begrudge you, Laurens, for wanting to warm yourself."