His hole feels furled tight again, on first investigation, but slick has leaked here as well, and as Burr presses a fingertip inside, he finds Alexander is quite accommodating, knowing perfectly well how to relax the ring of muscle to allow all manner of intrusions.

"Then pay," Alexander encourages, breathless. "I would show you. See what your handiwork has done -- the great Alexander Hamilton, now just a pretty little thing made to be fucked."

He rolls over, drags a small wooden box from under the bed. Fumbles at it, and emerges with two choices: one obscenely thick phallus of polished leather with a bit of give to it, and another, overall slimmer, made of solid glass. He clambers over Burr, not yet sinking down on him. "Try them inside my cunt," he suggests, "see how they feel and slick them up at the same time." He kneels up, ensuring he is open and available.