Not quite just silent. The praise, along with Burr's whole and undivided attention, has made Alexander feel not just cried out, not just fought to exhaustion, but -- kept. Wanted. Burr only just told Alexander that you swept me off my feet, and Alexander wanted to believe it, and now he can feel it. Filthy fantasies, centered on him. Actions, centered on him. Praises, centered on him. Everything centered on him.

Burr takes Alexander's hair, and begins to fuck him. If he isn't totally unresisting now, it's that he savors it unduly when Burr's cock is deep in his mouth, and strains for it in a way he can't entirely suppress when Burr pulls away.

Never more calm, no, never. Never so safe. Never belonged so well. It's on the next thrust that Alexander resists Burr pulling him back off his cock, that Alexander, pushed to a place past contentment and into euphoria, purrs, a delicious vibration where Burr's cock is in his throat.