And of course he does, dipping his head forward to take those fingers in his mouth, suckle all the liquid off of them. Sighs, soft, as he can feel the aftershocks diminishing.

"Like it when you make me helpless," mumbles Alexander. "Hate feeling helpless with you."

On the surface, not a thought that makes any sense. This is what spills from him when he isn't planning his words, not choosing them with care. He means: he likes it when Burr does this to him. He hates it when he feels he has to depend on Burr for everything.

"If I purr again, will you knot my mouth?" is the next thought that comes, on the heels of the first.