The bite has Alexander squirming against Burr, trying to drag him closer with one leg hooked around him. The sound that comes out of him is not a needy mewl, and he would affirm that in a court of law -- but his thoughts are scattering before him again, because the bite has set a fire inside him, licking hungrily at his tender insides. Burr has handily taken him from an early stage of heat to a fever of need, in bringing him to the quickest feminine climax of his life and then biting his neck with such undeniable command.
"Benedicta did say," says Alexander, "that you liked to give as good as you got --"
But he is not some pathetic heat-addled whore without a mind, and Burr's words, distinctly arousing as they are, demand retort.
"That's not so bold a statement," shoots Alexander, "as I'm of surpassing quality at both." He toes off one shoe and the other, and -- it isn't a wince, not anything nearly so obvious. If Burr weren't as observant as he is, he would miss it entirely. It's more like Alexander bracing himself, expecting that something will be a bit uncomfortable -- and, indeed, though he's surpassing wet, he has tightened up quite a bit after climax.
But he doesn't expect two fingers, angled perfectly, to slip inside him quite so easily; he'd thought that Burr would treat him like he was looser. Or, not really thought but expected, in a physical sense, because those are the sorts of attentions he's been subjected to: uncomfortably grasping fingers, needing to grope for the right angle, expecting him to be loose, when the old whore's trick of a climax tightening up the interior muscles has always worked a bit too well on him.
"Oh," and he does sound a little surprised, at how it feels; the muscles have flexed tight around the intruding fingers, but as Burr's fingers curl, the tightness flutters in a kind of aftershock, and Alexander gasps again. "Yes -- yes, my mouth looks -- nn -- very good wrapped around a cock, and it would look very good on yours." Burr's fingers play within him and his hips bear down into it, twitch up at a change in angle. "Even better in my cunt -- it's flushed so pretty for you -- and surely you've wanted to spear me on your cock since before Valley Forge."
He has lain back against the wall, lewdly displayed, and he takes Burr's other hand, draws his tongue along his fingers to catch any last drops of seed, and then dips his head to take them in, pulling back slow, eyes on Burr's and tongue fluttering lewdly. Though he has to shut his eyes when Burr's fingers drag slow along his internal walls, when they do just right within him.
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"Benedicta did say," says Alexander, "that you liked to give as good as you got --"
But he is not some pathetic heat-addled whore without a mind, and Burr's words, distinctly arousing as they are, demand retort.
"That's not so bold a statement," shoots Alexander, "as I'm of surpassing quality at both." He toes off one shoe and the other, and -- it isn't a wince, not anything nearly so obvious. If Burr weren't as observant as he is, he would miss it entirely. It's more like Alexander bracing himself, expecting that something will be a bit uncomfortable -- and, indeed, though he's surpassing wet, he has tightened up quite a bit after climax.
But he doesn't expect two fingers, angled perfectly, to slip inside him quite so easily; he'd thought that Burr would treat him like he was looser. Or, not really thought but expected, in a physical sense, because those are the sorts of attentions he's been subjected to: uncomfortably grasping fingers, needing to grope for the right angle, expecting him to be loose, when the old whore's trick of a climax tightening up the interior muscles has always worked a bit too well on him.
"Oh," and he does sound a little surprised, at how it feels; the muscles have flexed tight around the intruding fingers, but as Burr's fingers curl, the tightness flutters in a kind of aftershock, and Alexander gasps again. "Yes -- yes, my mouth looks -- nn -- very good wrapped around a cock, and it would look very good on yours." Burr's fingers play within him and his hips bear down into it, twitch up at a change in angle. "Even better in my cunt -- it's flushed so pretty for you -- and surely you've wanted to spear me on your cock since before Valley Forge."
He has lain back against the wall, lewdly displayed, and he takes Burr's other hand, draws his tongue along his fingers to catch any last drops of seed, and then dips his head to take them in, pulling back slow, eyes on Burr's and tongue fluttering lewdly. Though he has to shut his eyes when Burr's fingers drag slow along his internal walls, when they do just right within him.