"Oh, you are no sweet untouched maiden, but I'll take pleasure in fucking you just the same," he says, as Alexander clenches down, and when Burr draws his fingers back they are glistening, wet, and he puts them in his own mouth, licks them clean.

Hamilton pulls them to bed then, and Burr follows, eagerly. His pants are tight past pain now, and when Hamilton falls back on the bed he takes the opportunity to open them, just enough to slip his cock out. Clothed fully, hard, while Hamilton is naked, flushed, wanting.

"You want this?" Burr asks, grinning, teasing. He knows the heat must be unbearable, now after coming twice on Burr's tongue, his fingers. Knows he must be aching for it, and it makes the desire to tease all the more unbearable. "Eager for my cock, Hamilton? I should have known all those years ago, that this was all you needed," and he draws his hand up and down, drags his thumb through the slick gathering at the head, pulling lower. "What would Washington say, if he could see you? What would Jefferson say? Legs spread and dripping, begging for it. Should I breed you? Is that what you want?"

And he moves down then, over Hamilton--presses him down, feet hooked around Hamilton's legs, hands on his wrists. Looking down into those eyes, as beautiful now as they ever were. One long grind, thrusting downward, to drag his cock through Hamilton's slick, to let him feel that hard length, rubbing against him.

"Like a bitch in heat," Burr whispers, growls, as he leans down and seals his teeth over the cup of Hamilton's ear, nibbles.