"Oh yes," Burr purrs, "but it was nothing I did. So wonderful and sweet," and he runs his fingers there beside Hamilton's, scoops up what he can and brings those fingers up, rests them on Hamilton's lips, inviting him to taste.

"Had you never done that before? I guess it is true, that no one can fuck you like I can. That no one knows your body like me, not even you." Nips them, at the base of his neck, just enough to hurt, and then lathes the place with his tongue. Lazy, wandering hands, fiddling with his nipples, his cock. Chasing that release too, and bringing it to his own mouth, making sure Hamilton is watching as he sucks his fingers clean.

"It couldn't be anyone else's child," he whispers. "Not after a fucking like that. There can be no doubt in your mind."