"You can't resist me," he insists, panting, "couldn't even wait for a drink, had to come and touch me, had to taste me. You want it -- Burr!" A complaint, high and thready. His words don't work, and he arches, digging his fingers into the loose fabric of Burr's shirt, his body open and pleading, even if his words aren't.
He does, he wants it -- his slick is dripping, he can feel it spreading on the bed beneath him, it's coming so much more and so much faster than when he sweated his heat out alone. The way Burr teases drives Alexander a little feral, makes him growl at Burr, though it doesn't have any alpha authority behind it anymore. Growl tapering into a whine when Burr still doesn't give him what he wants. He can't decide whether he wants more to submit or dominate, and it's leaving him in a confusing mess of hormones and need.
"Oh, please oh please --" manages Alexander as Burr presses just a bit into him, feeling it right at that delicate and sensitive place just within his slit. And then Burr withdraws, again, and he could weep with it.
"Do it," Alexander dares. "Do it, it would be a kindness, it would -- it would mean I can't get a child by you, and what do I care, I get fucked anyhow," hard to even speak with the way he longs to be taken. Taken by Burr, who is still clothed, while Alexander is in nothing but stockings, on narrow legs, one pressed down under Burr's grip, the other hooked around his waist and trying to pull him closer. He feels Burr's gaze on him, desiring him, and he fucking loves it, just the way he loves being teased and tormented.
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He does, he wants it -- his slick is dripping, he can feel it spreading on the bed beneath him, it's coming so much more and so much faster than when he sweated his heat out alone. The way Burr teases drives Alexander a little feral, makes him growl at Burr, though it doesn't have any alpha authority behind it anymore. Growl tapering into a whine when Burr still doesn't give him what he wants. He can't decide whether he wants more to submit or dominate, and it's leaving him in a confusing mess of hormones and need.
"Oh, please oh please --" manages Alexander as Burr presses just a bit into him, feeling it right at that delicate and sensitive place just within his slit. And then Burr withdraws, again, and he could weep with it.
"Do it," Alexander dares. "Do it, it would be a kindness, it would -- it would mean I can't get a child by you, and what do I care, I get fucked anyhow," hard to even speak with the way he longs to be taken. Taken by Burr, who is still clothed, while Alexander is in nothing but stockings, on narrow legs, one pressed down under Burr's grip, the other hooked around his waist and trying to pull him closer. He feels Burr's gaze on him, desiring him, and he fucking loves it, just the way he loves being teased and tormented.