"Told you," sighs Alexander, rolled onto his back, as he curls up his legs and spreads them apart, putting himself even more lewdly on display for Burr's dark, glittering eyes. "A surpassingly gifted whore." Surpassingly gifted at everything he tries. He draws his fingertips up his slit and then licks them off, and then Burr is on him, a slow lick at the oh-so-sensitive head that has Alexander shuddering, his hips lifting off the bed.
"Yes. No." He frowns in thought again, his thumb crushing Burr's bottom lip. "Not like that," he decides, and Alexander takes him by the shoulders and drags Burr down so he's on his back. And then Alexander straddles his shoulders, one hand on the headboard for balance. "Like this," he says, and he feeds his cock into Burr's very amenable mouth. Hips slowly sinking, and he leans his forehead against the headboard. "This is good, this is how I wanted to see you," he says, "sinking into you, down and down. It's only that I can't, mm," a little surge of his hips as Burr tongues at the slit at the top, a stutter in his movement and his words. "I can't knot you. I never knotted anyone's mouth, but I wanted to. I wanted to know what it felt like. Has everyone ever knotted your mouth?" As he sinks deep, deep, until he feels the working of Burr's throat. "I'd let you knot my mouth. Do you want to knot my mouth? You can, later. You can even have me fuck myself on a phallus, if you'd like -- I have some. I'd ride it, and look up at you... like that, the way you're looking at me."
Open-mouthed gasp. "Your mouth is so hot. Your lips are tight -- that's it, don't let me pull out, just," as Burr's lips seal just under the head of Alexander's cock, tightening, at his instruction. "Just that -- that -- I can believe it, I can believe you sucked every cock in New York politics. As good as a whore, and I've had plenty."
He guides one of Burr's hands between his legs. "I'm dripping," he says, breathlessly. "I've never dripped before. Is heat always like this?" Both hands braced against the headboard, now, as he rocks his hips, slow and smooth strokes into Burr's mouth.
"I couldn't ever decide how I wanted to come," Alexander continues, and hisses as Burr's fingers quest inside of him. "In your throat, so you never had the chance to spit it out? On your tongue, so I could make you swallow?" He withdraws, and presses the head of his cock against Burr's face, his lips, his cheek. "On your face, so Troup could see? Mark you as a slut." Sinking in again -- "Or on your suit, so you had to work, work at blotting it out? Pretending it didn't happen." He pulls back. "Which one? Ask me for the one you like the best."
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"Told you," sighs Alexander, rolled onto his back, as he curls up his legs and spreads them apart, putting himself even more lewdly on display for Burr's dark, glittering eyes. "A surpassingly gifted whore." Surpassingly gifted at everything he tries. He draws his fingertips up his slit and then licks them off, and then Burr is on him, a slow lick at the oh-so-sensitive head that has Alexander shuddering, his hips lifting off the bed.
"Yes. No." He frowns in thought again, his thumb crushing Burr's bottom lip. "Not like that," he decides, and Alexander takes him by the shoulders and drags Burr down so he's on his back. And then Alexander straddles his shoulders, one hand on the headboard for balance. "Like this," he says, and he feeds his cock into Burr's very amenable mouth. Hips slowly sinking, and he leans his forehead against the headboard. "This is good, this is how I wanted to see you," he says, "sinking into you, down and down. It's only that I can't, mm," a little surge of his hips as Burr tongues at the slit at the top, a stutter in his movement and his words. "I can't knot you. I never knotted anyone's mouth, but I wanted to. I wanted to know what it felt like. Has everyone ever knotted your mouth?" As he sinks deep, deep, until he feels the working of Burr's throat. "I'd let you knot my mouth. Do you want to knot my mouth? You can, later. You can even have me fuck myself on a phallus, if you'd like -- I have some. I'd ride it, and look up at you... like that, the way you're looking at me."
Open-mouthed gasp. "Your mouth is so hot. Your lips are tight -- that's it, don't let me pull out, just," as Burr's lips seal just under the head of Alexander's cock, tightening, at his instruction. "Just that -- that -- I can believe it, I can believe you sucked every cock in New York politics. As good as a whore, and I've had plenty."
He guides one of Burr's hands between his legs. "I'm dripping," he says, breathlessly. "I've never dripped before. Is heat always like this?" Both hands braced against the headboard, now, as he rocks his hips, slow and smooth strokes into Burr's mouth.
"I couldn't ever decide how I wanted to come," Alexander continues, and hisses as Burr's fingers quest inside of him. "In your throat, so you never had the chance to spit it out? On your tongue, so I could make you swallow?" He withdraws, and presses the head of his cock against Burr's face, his lips, his cheek. "On your face, so Troup could see? Mark you as a slut." Sinking in again -- "Or on your suit, so you had to work, work at blotting it out? Pretending it didn't happen." He pulls back. "Which one? Ask me for the one you like the best."