Oh God, Alexander begs so pretty. Begs, even as he hurls himself into abasement, eyes-watering, head thrown back, pulling at gloriously dusky nipples. Burr licks the semen from his hands eagerly, bends even to lick at his tears. For all he begs Burr to stop, he is sure if he actually did Hamilton might fight him, tied together or no.
"Oh yes," Burr breathes, "those things they wrote about me in the papers were not even the worst of it," punctuating each phrase with a cruel twist of the finger. "I took great pleasure in finding them young and naive, inviting them to my home and showing them the pleasure that could be extracted from their bodies. As overwhelmed as you are, by the time I was done. And those older ones, who knew a bit better--I took pleasure in opening myself to them. Letting them find their release in my body, in exchange for a few political favors. How do you think there were so many burrites?"
And Burr laughs, because Hamilton cannot do anything, as Burr confirms each and every one of the old Hamilton's anxieties--things that drove the man half-mad, when he was alive. They are knotted together, and Hamilton could not get away if he wished to, yet he seems not to wish to--scrambling, against every minstration, wiggling on Burr's cock, and yes, god yes, it feels so good, those small hitching movements, the site of him.
Burr can feel his cock twitch, the effusion of something hot, and he begins fucking him in earnest, punching out what sounds he can, as his fingers work and press and massage. Oh, if only he could fuck him both those places at once, spear him in the second manner, while still knotted in the first, use something larger than his finger--perhaps he should procure a facsimile of that organ, if they ever were to do this again.
He bends, an awkward stretch, bats Hamilton's hands away, begins to suck at his nipples--to feel the evidence of pleasure rattling from his body to Burr's own. Clenching down, fluttering as Burr sucks, bites, works those nubs in his mouth. Only a little more--a few more of those high-pitched, desperate noises, of Hamilton, squirming against him, crying, for Burr to come again, spilling inside him. Feeling his cock twitch, his knot pulse, through the fingers in Hamilton's ass.
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"Oh yes," Burr breathes, "those things they wrote about me in the papers were not even the worst of it," punctuating each phrase with a cruel twist of the finger. "I took great pleasure in finding them young and naive, inviting them to my home and showing them the pleasure that could be extracted from their bodies. As overwhelmed as you are, by the time I was done. And those older ones, who knew a bit better--I took pleasure in opening myself to them. Letting them find their release in my body, in exchange for a few political favors. How do you think there were so many burrites?"
And Burr laughs, because Hamilton cannot do anything, as Burr confirms each and every one of the old Hamilton's anxieties--things that drove the man half-mad, when he was alive. They are knotted together, and Hamilton could not get away if he wished to, yet he seems not to wish to--scrambling, against every minstration, wiggling on Burr's cock, and yes, god yes, it feels so good, those small hitching movements, the site of him.
Burr can feel his cock twitch, the effusion of something hot, and he begins fucking him in earnest, punching out what sounds he can, as his fingers work and press and massage. Oh, if only he could fuck him both those places at once, spear him in the second manner, while still knotted in the first, use something larger than his finger--perhaps he should procure a facsimile of that organ, if they ever were to do this again.
He bends, an awkward stretch, bats Hamilton's hands away, begins to suck at his nipples--to feel the evidence of pleasure rattling from his body to Burr's own. Clenching down, fluttering as Burr sucks, bites, works those nubs in his mouth. Only a little more--a few more of those high-pitched, desperate noises, of Hamilton, squirming against him, crying, for Burr to come again, spilling inside him. Feeling his cock twitch, his knot pulse, through the fingers in Hamilton's ass.