Spends long moments simply thrusting against his face--jabbing him with the wet head, dragging it through tear tracks.
"You look so pretty with a cock in your face. Open up," Burr says, running a hand over his head, and when Alex does he sets the head against his full lips. Rests it there, the smallest movements dragging it back and forth. Watches his plump limp, dragged lower by the weight.
"Lick," he orders, and Alexander's tongue darts out, lathing over the head. A little gasp from Burr, fisting in his hair, forcing his hips still. He is in control here, and yet the sight of Hamilton on his knees, obedient, Burr's cock pressing at his mouth--
Burr pushes in, slowly, savors the feel of each inch sliding over his lips, his tongue, jerking forward when he hears that soft gagging noise. Draws back, rubbing his head over the inside of his cheeks. Exploring, probing. Fucks a little further, till Alexander is half way down his cock. Leaves it there. Forces him to breath around it.
"Good boy--oh--does your ass hurt? Is it sore?"
Oh, but Alexander cannot answer, with Burr's dick in his mouth. Can do nothing but bear it, if he is in pain. Burr can see his cock, straining against his stomach, but he doesn't reach to touch it. Good boy. Perfect boy.
Burr snaps his hips forward, roughly, until his cock hits the back of Hamilton's throat, and then he's pressing further, feeding it down, until his balls touch Alexander chin. Tears, beautiful tears, running down his face.
"This is one thing--" panting, for the pleasure, trembling, "--this is one thing you do well. So skilled, at taking a cock in your mouth. My perfect little whore. How long can you stay like this, I wonder?"
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"You look so pretty with a cock in your face. Open up," Burr says, running a hand over his head, and when Alex does he sets the head against his full lips. Rests it there, the smallest movements dragging it back and forth. Watches his plump limp, dragged lower by the weight.
"Lick," he orders, and Alexander's tongue darts out, lathing over the head. A little gasp from Burr, fisting in his hair, forcing his hips still. He is in control here, and yet the sight of Hamilton on his knees, obedient, Burr's cock pressing at his mouth--
Burr pushes in, slowly, savors the feel of each inch sliding over his lips, his tongue, jerking forward when he hears that soft gagging noise. Draws back, rubbing his head over the inside of his cheeks. Exploring, probing. Fucks a little further, till Alexander is half way down his cock. Leaves it there. Forces him to breath around it.
"Good boy--oh--does your ass hurt? Is it sore?"
Oh, but Alexander cannot answer, with Burr's dick in his mouth. Can do nothing but bear it, if he is in pain. Burr can see his cock, straining against his stomach, but he doesn't reach to touch it. Good boy. Perfect boy.
Burr snaps his hips forward, roughly, until his cock hits the back of Hamilton's throat, and then he's pressing further, feeding it down, until his balls touch Alexander chin. Tears, beautiful tears, running down his face.
"This is one thing--" panting, for the pleasure, trembling, "--this is one thing you do well. So skilled, at taking a cock in your mouth. My perfect little whore. How long can you stay like this, I wonder?"