"Already wanting, are you?" Burr asks, and he brings his finger around, the ones still wet with his own saliva, to dip into Hamilton's mouth. Push far back, towards his throat. "Perhaps I didn't fuck you hard enough the first time. You did beg so well, crying for me to stop. Perhaps I should fuck you harder." And he pulls his fingers free, moves them down between their bodies, where his other hole is, stained with spend.

"Not very grateful, are you?" And he pushes the tip of one finger in, fighting those clenching muscles, unprepared. "Maybe I didn't spank you hard enough. Tell me, is your ass sore? Your cunt?"