Burr leaves him there a long while. Perhaps should have brought a book, something other to entertain himself, to dampen his desire, so that to restrain himself is not such torture. Alexander looks wonderful on his knees--was made to be on his knees, rendered silent with a cock in his mouth.

"Someone should have done this before, to the unruly little immigrant who could not learn to keep his mouth closed. Should have forced him down and shut him up with a fat cock." A little testing thrust, pulling back and pushing back in, and Alexander does not resist, the warm, hot cavern of his mouth, allows himself to be rocked with it. Limp, silent, unresisting. God, why does him here, placid and usable as a doll make Burr's eyes flutter, make his muscles clench, make him groan?

He twitches his hips forwards again, wraps Alexander's hair around his hand, pulling him forward, fucking him on his cock. His hand, sore and bruised beneath the skin, from spanking Hamilton so hard, and that sends another frisson of pleasure through his stomach, as he gags Hamilton on his cock. A litany of praises; Good boy, good omega, taking my cock so well, good only for sucking my cock, for taking it.

"You should love it, if someone pushed you down and used you against your will while you struggled. Look how eager you are for it. Never more calm than when I am fucking you, are you?" Breathing heavily, little rhythmic sounds pulled from him, each time his cock breathes that throat. Oh, he should like to force him down, to fuck him while Hamilton begged for mercy, as much as he likes this now--taking him while he is nearly absent. Wonders, how good it would be, to take him suddenly, by surprise, while he is half asleep.