Hamilton comes quickly, as Burr fucks back into him, gushes slick and spend around Burr's cock without warning. As Hamilton screams, lost to his pleasure, cramps around him and smears his cock in that feminine release, Burr finds himself coming too--Hamilton's begging, his cries for mecy pushing him over the edge, and he thrusts in hard once, stays there, knotted, pumping him full of release even as Hamilton drips, squelching as he shifts.

Hazy from pleasure, as he carefully pulls Hamilton up, keeping them tied, back to chest, and leans against the bed.

"Shhhh, you did so well." Burr whispers, lapping at the back of his neck. "You don't need to apologize. You came everywhere," a little laugh, disbelief. "Can't you feel?" He asks, as he tugs the bindings free from Hamilton's wrists, kisses over them before guiding those hands between them, to feel over Burr's balls, coated in Hamilton's spend. "Good boy," he coos, and he continues to pepper kisses, little licks, "such a good boy, my boy. Does it feel good, having Daddy's cock buried in you? Does it feel good, to drip Daddy's come?"