But, better than the fog, the dinner bell rings, calling the men to get rations. Laurens, who looked about to refuse, now seems to hesitate.
Hamilton plays a bit with Burr's entrance -- slicks his fingers, and smears it over his, as he said, other passage. Burr has produced enough, and it seems to come from a place below where he is knotted, because as Hamilton strokes him, there seems to be more.
Laurens steps up and nudges the cloak back to where it covers him, as a handful of men pass close by. They hardly give the scene a second glance -- a married couple in an embrace, and their close friend, nearby. What's so strange about that?
But, after they pass, Laurens throws a leg over the log next to them, and comes at Burr from the side, his hand joining Hamilton's.
"He's slicking you up for me," says Laurens, a little awed. "Getting you ready. I guess he does like to see you taken by other men." And then he stutters to a stop, because this reveals that he was listening before he stepped up.
Hamilton laughs, again, a low chuckle, knowing -- "I like it when it's you," he tells Laurens. "I like it when Aaron likes it."
"We need to hurry," Laurens says. "Can you shift over?"
Hamilton takes Burr's weight, and moves his leg so he's also straddling the trunk, facing Laurens. And Laurens sweeps the cloak to the side, quickly undoing his trousers, bringing out his length and touching the tip to Burr's hole, where Hamilton's fingers are spreading him. It's Hamilton that guides the tip of Laurens' cock straight in, smearing Burr's secretions down the shaft to provide additional lubrication.
"You are hot inside," breathes Laurens. "And very welcoming." It is tight within Burr, the presence of Hamilton's knot changing the shape of him, inside. Laurens fucks into him slow, withdrawing, pushing in a bit further, withdrawing again, slowly opening him deeper and deeper. Despite his words about hurrying, he seems in no rush to use Burr too hard. "I suppose I should have been using you, on these coldest nights, shouldn't I? Just slide inside you while you sleep, and rest inside."
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But, better than the fog, the dinner bell rings, calling the men to get rations. Laurens, who looked about to refuse, now seems to hesitate.
Hamilton plays a bit with Burr's entrance -- slicks his fingers, and smears it over his, as he said, other passage. Burr has produced enough, and it seems to come from a place below where he is knotted, because as Hamilton strokes him, there seems to be more.
Laurens steps up and nudges the cloak back to where it covers him, as a handful of men pass close by. They hardly give the scene a second glance -- a married couple in an embrace, and their close friend, nearby. What's so strange about that?
But, after they pass, Laurens throws a leg over the log next to them, and comes at Burr from the side, his hand joining Hamilton's.
"He's slicking you up for me," says Laurens, a little awed. "Getting you ready. I guess he does like to see you taken by other men." And then he stutters to a stop, because this reveals that he was listening before he stepped up.
Hamilton laughs, again, a low chuckle, knowing -- "I like it when it's you," he tells Laurens. "I like it when Aaron likes it."
"We need to hurry," Laurens says. "Can you shift over?"
Hamilton takes Burr's weight, and moves his leg so he's also straddling the trunk, facing Laurens. And Laurens sweeps the cloak to the side, quickly undoing his trousers, bringing out his length and touching the tip to Burr's hole, where Hamilton's fingers are spreading him. It's Hamilton that guides the tip of Laurens' cock straight in, smearing Burr's secretions down the shaft to provide additional lubrication.
"You are hot inside," breathes Laurens. "And very welcoming." It is tight within Burr, the presence of Hamilton's knot changing the shape of him, inside. Laurens fucks into him slow, withdrawing, pushing in a bit further, withdrawing again, slowly opening him deeper and deeper. Despite his words about hurrying, he seems in no rush to use Burr too hard. "I suppose I should have been using you, on these coldest nights, shouldn't I? Just slide inside you while you sleep, and rest inside."