Hamilton cries his name, and Burr can feel it, those words like a barb, lodged somewhere beneath his ribcage, pulling, pulling--
It does something to him, rooted in pleasure, the sight of him, the knowledge that it is Alexander's body, Alexander's cunt, Alexander, legs spread impossibly wide and Burr's cock disappearing inside him, surrounded by heat, and Alexander, hands braced on the headboard, pushing back into him, spearing himself on each thrust of his cock. Oh, it is too good--and he feels the tightening, the twitching, little pulses of liquid, and he should knot him, Alexander's body begging to be knotted, to be filled with Burr's spend--
He changes the angle, grabs Hamilton's arms and pins them over his chest, pushes his weight there so he cannot move, faster and deeper Hamilton urges him, and Burr does what he can to comply--sweaty, moaning, those sounds--slick, warm, wet.
His knot is swelling, and with each thrust it bumps against his entrance, thick and just barely too large--rutting, and Burr fucks him on it. Forces it in as Hamilton begs, screams, such pretty sound, and he is lost with it, out of control--
The knot snaps inside, his cock jerks, Hamilton squeezing around him. Burr bends down, covers his body with his own, grabs his hair and yanks, rough, tilts his head back and sets himself on his gland, sinks his teeth in and releases even as he continues thrusting. He can feel the come, pumping inside, the small jerks of his own member and Hamilton's answering, urging more, the knot sealing them together, still swelling.
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It does something to him, rooted in pleasure, the sight of him, the knowledge that it is Alexander's body, Alexander's cunt, Alexander, legs spread impossibly wide and Burr's cock disappearing inside him, surrounded by heat, and Alexander, hands braced on the headboard, pushing back into him, spearing himself on each thrust of his cock. Oh, it is too good--and he feels the tightening, the twitching, little pulses of liquid, and he should knot him, Alexander's body begging to be knotted, to be filled with Burr's spend--
He changes the angle, grabs Hamilton's arms and pins them over his chest, pushes his weight there so he cannot move, faster and deeper Hamilton urges him, and Burr does what he can to comply--sweaty, moaning, those sounds--slick, warm, wet.
His knot is swelling, and with each thrust it bumps against his entrance, thick and just barely too large--rutting, and Burr fucks him on it. Forces it in as Hamilton begs, screams, such pretty sound, and he is lost with it, out of control--
The knot snaps inside, his cock jerks, Hamilton squeezing around him. Burr bends down, covers his body with his own, grabs his hair and yanks, rough, tilts his head back and sets himself on his gland, sinks his teeth in and releases even as he continues thrusting. He can feel the come, pumping inside, the small jerks of his own member and Hamilton's answering, urging more, the knot sealing them together, still swelling.