"Oh." He just takes Burr's cock, sinks into him smooth, like it belongs there. His ass feels open and a little bit sore, a little bit used. Can he? He hasn't taken that one in that hole, before. Has barely taken it in his body's most-used entrance.

Burr starts to fuck him, better than last time, because he doesn't tease with it. Alexander stretches, tightens as he lifts his hips to meet the thrusts, working it inside of him. Enjoying it. Savoring it. The room smells thick of pleasured omega, wanting and satisfied at once.

He has a difficult time focusing on the words. He is scattered, each thrust, each shiver of pleasure, draining the intelligence from him.

He drapes himself forward, exposing the little hole.

This changes the angle, though; he strains, strains -- "Oh, there, just there, just there, please, yes, yes," and before Burr has the chance to penetrate him with it, paroxysms ripple up his middle, and he comes hard on Burr's cock. Hard enough that he ends up braced on his knees, face pressed against the mattress, as he jolts and shivers through it.

Stimulation is just on the edge of unpleasant now, but he goes relaxed and liquid and turns his head to the side, cheek rubbing against the sheets.

"Yes," he breathes, "I can take it. I can take it. Try me."