Hungry eyes on Burr's cock, has to tear his attention away to focus on Burr's words. Bright blue iris blown dark. Alexander does seem to like cock more than he used to, as an alpha -- or is it just that it's easier to admit it, now, when he seems made for it?
He moves towards Burr, braced on his knees, and takes Burr's length in his hand, presses open-mouthed kisses starting from where it emerges from his trousers, dragging upwards; he draws the foreskin back and licks a long slow lick around the head.
"I wouldn't let Jefferson fuck me," says Alexander, like a dare, and dips down, pushing, pushing until the head is at his throat, humming, looking up at Burr through his eyelashes. He sucks cock like he belongs on his knees, works his tongue like he wants to taste every bit of Burr. "Just you." Another lie -- not about Jefferson, he can't imagine spreading his legs for that particular enemy, but he would let Washington fuck him, like this. He would let Laurens. Lafayette. Maybe even James Madison, small as he was, an alpha energy so intense that he drew out Alexander's competitiveness and his urge to bond close, at the same time.
"And --" Burr holds him back, and he pulls against it, trying to get at that cock, trying to taste again -- But he is pinned, gloriously pinned, and if he fights it, it is with only the smallest fraction of his strength. Just to feel Burr hold him down.
"-- And Laurens." A gasp. "Laurens had me. You could have gotten me on my knees, because he did." A confession that he has never spoken aloud, not even to Eliza, and that he never thought he would speak out loud. An alpha, submitting to another alpha? It was a crime, and it was filthy, and Alexander had never let anyone come close to doing it to him, ever again, after Laurens was gone.
Teeth on his ear, a cock between his legs, and he actually moans, not faked, not exaggerated. He wants so badly, it takes all of his control to contain it at all.
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He moves towards Burr, braced on his knees, and takes Burr's length in his hand, presses open-mouthed kisses starting from where it emerges from his trousers, dragging upwards; he draws the foreskin back and licks a long slow lick around the head.
"I wouldn't let Jefferson fuck me," says Alexander, like a dare, and dips down, pushing, pushing until the head is at his throat, humming, looking up at Burr through his eyelashes. He sucks cock like he belongs on his knees, works his tongue like he wants to taste every bit of Burr. "Just you." Another lie -- not about Jefferson, he can't imagine spreading his legs for that particular enemy, but he would let Washington fuck him, like this. He would let Laurens. Lafayette. Maybe even James Madison, small as he was, an alpha energy so intense that he drew out Alexander's competitiveness and his urge to bond close, at the same time.
"And --" Burr holds him back, and he pulls against it, trying to get at that cock, trying to taste again -- But he is pinned, gloriously pinned, and if he fights it, it is with only the smallest fraction of his strength. Just to feel Burr hold him down.
"-- And Laurens." A gasp. "Laurens had me. You could have gotten me on my knees, because he did." A confession that he has never spoken aloud, not even to Eliza, and that he never thought he would speak out loud. An alpha, submitting to another alpha? It was a crime, and it was filthy, and Alexander had never let anyone come close to doing it to him, ever again, after Laurens was gone.
Teeth on his ear, a cock between his legs, and he actually moans, not faked, not exaggerated. He wants so badly, it takes all of his control to contain it at all.