Oh god, the sounds of him begging, testing Burr's self control. His desire to push him down and fuck him hard and fast, leave him leaking and used and wanting. Burr slaps him again hard across the face, when Alexander complains. Pushes him off his lap, when he starts to slip, so that he lands hard on the floor.

"I didn't say you could speak. Good boys take their punishment silently," Burr says. "Bring me the ropes from the nightstand, and the cravat." Pushes Hamilton back down with a foot on his back if he tries to stand, makes him crawl. Oh, the sight of him whimpering, on his knees--

When Hamilton crawls back, forces his mouth open, fits the cloth inside, rough enough to make him gag. Pulls him back across his lap, drags him those few inches across the floor, and then when he is once more in position Burr tugs his arms back, ties them together with the length of silk rope, but leaves his legs free.

"You aren't to move," Burr says, orders. "You are to keep your legs--spread--" kicks them apart, "and take your punishment like a good little whore--"

Oh, and yet here, in this positon, each of Hamilton's squirms, his jerks as Burr spanks him, will only rub across Burr's painfully hard cock. He hopes he squirms. Hopes he fights.