Burr is spent--exhausted. Collapses limp against Laurens when Hamilton pulls out, can do nothing but reciprocate lazily, half out of his mind, when Hamilton kisses him.
Hamilton's kisses are wonderful--a gentle balm to the places he feels carved out, pitted. Vulnerable, half-naked here in the middle of camp, where the men will soon be wandering by, after dinner. Hamilton pulls back to straighten Burr's clothes, little attentions that make him warm, but then no one is kissing him, and Laurens is purring, and warm and wonderful, so Burr twists, hisses at the pull, and kisses him. Lazy and slow and wet.
"Do you feel better now?" Burr asks as he pulls away, panting. Grabs Hamilton by the hand and holds it--just holds it. He will do more for his husband, to soothe those hurts. Gladly.
"You will go back to work, won't you" Laurens asks, and Burr whines, slumps over once more, sore and spent and tired.
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Hamilton's kisses are wonderful--a gentle balm to the places he feels carved out, pitted. Vulnerable, half-naked here in the middle of camp, where the men will soon be wandering by, after dinner. Hamilton pulls back to straighten Burr's clothes, little attentions that make him warm, but then no one is kissing him, and Laurens is purring, and warm and wonderful, so Burr twists, hisses at the pull, and kisses him. Lazy and slow and wet.
"Do you feel better now?" Burr asks as he pulls away, panting. Grabs Hamilton by the hand and holds it--just holds it. He will do more for his husband, to soothe those hurts. Gladly.
"You will go back to work, won't you" Laurens asks, and Burr whines, slumps over once more, sore and spent and tired.