God, if ever there was a time Burr's body might give out, his heart, or some other vital organ, it is now. He thinks it possible to come from just that--from Alexander, eating his own spend from Burr's mouth, and then whispering filthy things, sliding his body along Burr's cock but not taking it.

"The only cock you deserve is my own," Burr growls, and grabs his neck, trying to control the torturous wiggling of that body. "Though I would gladly pay to watch you take each one. Would gladly keep you in my house, pregnant and naked."

"Ride me," Burr says, wrapping his hand around Hamilton's cock again, coaxing back towards hardness. "Fuck yourself on me, if you really want it." Ah, but a thought then, as he watches, mesmerized, the slide of his cock between Hamilton's thighs, wet with slick. He brings his other hand, the one not on Hamilton's throat around, to rub over his other hole, testing. Still stretched from earlier, or eased back towards tightness?

"Perhaps you should get that phallus, so you can take both at once. Face away from me, so I can fuck you on it, greedy little slut that you are. Do you think that would satisfy you? Two cocks, claiming your holes? Would that I could knot in both, though perhaps if you are good you might ride my face after, and I could clean you out with my tongue."