Oh, Alexander looks quite nice with those fingers in his mouth, head tilted back like something from a sinful vision. Put him on altars like that, legs splayed, mouth rounded, eyes fluttering, and there is no doubt Burr would have gone into the clergy.
"We can agree at least that you are a very superior whore," and Burr's words are thick, as Hamilton's tongue drags along his finger. Hard to focus, to think, with the way he looks at Burr, long dark eyelashes, and why hadn't they done this before, when they were at Valley Forge? Would Hamilton have said no, if Burr had bent him over some crate in a storeroom, fucked him until Burr's name became like a prayer in his mouth?
He twists his fingers, slips in a third as Hamilton loosens, and begins fucking him in earnest, pressing against that spot inside and drawing back, urging him to fuck himself on Burr's hand. His own cock is throbbing, ignored, swollen and no doubt dripping, yet the sight before him seems sweeter even than the pleasure that organ would provide--something manifest from his most secret dreams, fantasies.
"Would you have liked it if I fucked you then?" Burr asks, and his voice has gone low. "If I forced my knot into you, bred you like an omega right under Washington's nose?" God, the sounds Hamilton makes, sweet tortures, making Burr's legs give a small tremble. He is so wanton, so unrestrained in these desires, a chorus of small pleasures with the slick sound of those moving fingers, the sound of Burr pushing his other hand deeper, further towards Hamilton's throat.
"You're so tight," Burr whispers, "perhaps because you are so young. I wonder how many cocks you've had, how many knots you've taken--would you like to feel my knot? Would you like to be bred by a man old enough to be your father? It wouldn't matter whose knot it was, was it? You would bend over and present yourself, gaping, for anyone."
He has no free hands, but he still has his tongue, and he dips then to lick at Hamilton again--spreads his fingers, scissoring, and slips his tongue in the space opened between. Another trick taught him by whores. Fucks Hamilton on his tongue. Only polite, to grant him two orgasms before Burr knots him.
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"We can agree at least that you are a very superior whore," and Burr's words are thick, as Hamilton's tongue drags along his finger. Hard to focus, to think, with the way he looks at Burr, long dark eyelashes, and why hadn't they done this before, when they were at Valley Forge? Would Hamilton have said no, if Burr had bent him over some crate in a storeroom, fucked him until Burr's name became like a prayer in his mouth?
He twists his fingers, slips in a third as Hamilton loosens, and begins fucking him in earnest, pressing against that spot inside and drawing back, urging him to fuck himself on Burr's hand. His own cock is throbbing, ignored, swollen and no doubt dripping, yet the sight before him seems sweeter even than the pleasure that organ would provide--something manifest from his most secret dreams, fantasies.
"Would you have liked it if I fucked you then?" Burr asks, and his voice has gone low. "If I forced my knot into you, bred you like an omega right under Washington's nose?" God, the sounds Hamilton makes, sweet tortures, making Burr's legs give a small tremble. He is so wanton, so unrestrained in these desires, a chorus of small pleasures with the slick sound of those moving fingers, the sound of Burr pushing his other hand deeper, further towards Hamilton's throat.
"You're so tight," Burr whispers, "perhaps because you are so young. I wonder how many cocks you've had, how many knots you've taken--would you like to feel my knot? Would you like to be bred by a man old enough to be your father? It wouldn't matter whose knot it was, was it? You would bend over and present yourself, gaping, for anyone."
He has no free hands, but he still has his tongue, and he dips then to lick at Hamilton again--spreads his fingers, scissoring, and slips his tongue in the space opened between. Another trick taught him by whores. Fucks Hamilton on his tongue. Only polite, to grant him two orgasms before Burr knots him.