"Is it like you wanted?" asks Hamilton, his hands moving to Burr's hips to hold him steady. His knot has swollen almost painful, and he has shot a profusion of come into Burr, so beautiful he is, so wonderful the sensations. "Did you imagine it this way? Or did you think you'd be somewhere warm and safe, instead of being taken like a whore in the open air?"

Laurens bends him towards Hamilton, and begins to fuck him, short punching thrusts, now apparently acknowledging the hurry. Hamilton's eyes flicker closed; he can feel the motion of Laurens' cock, by the shifting tension inside Burr, through the wall of flesh that they have crushed flat between them. Burr can barely fit them, constricting, making the most beautiful noises -- too loud, though, and Hamilton catches his mouth in a kiss, and then covers it with his hand.

Laurens picks up the theme from Hamilton, and expands on it. "You're our little whore," he assures Burr, "too much of a slut to resist, right out here, in front of anyone. You show your bare arse to me, you're asking for anything I do to you."

"Come on, Laurens," says Hamilton, "come on, spill inside my husband. Knot him. He's so ready for you, he's made for this, made to hold your cock."

"Of course you are," says Laurens, "Burr, you feel incredible. Alexander--"
Laurens starts to thrust in deep and hard. It didn't take much. Of course it wouldn't, with Burr so helpless between them, leaking wet and squirming. Burr makes a high sound of almost-protest as the knot presses against his stretched hole. Hamilton flattens his hand over Burr's mouth, and Laurens pushes, pushes, and Burr's cry is caught and muffled.

The pressure of Laurens' knot is incredible. "Laurens," gasps Hamilton, and he finds Laurens pulling him into a kiss, over Burr's shoulder, crushing the smaller omega between them. An incredible, passionate kiss, as he feels Laurens' cock twitch and spill in his husband's body.