Alexander shivers in confused pleasure at the sound of that. He shouldn't like it as much as he does.
"I didn't have anyone else for the week after my heat," he tells Burr, lowly. "He is not anyone else's."
He had resolved over and over not to tell this to Burr, to keep what little power he had by denying him a father's right. And here he is.
He burrows into the blankets left on the bed, submerging himself entirely for several long minutes, before nudging them to one side and another, pushing it out into a little bowl the way he saw his mother do. The mattress already dips in the middle, because of the way it is supported on ropes below the bed that need a bit of tightening.
Of course Burr belongs here. It all smells of him, and now smells of Alexander, too. He halfway wants to pin Burr down and lick him all over, but it is nice, too, to spread himself like a feast for his lover.
He feels good. Sighs with it, releasing some of the anxious cares that have dogged him since he realized what was happening to him.
"I don't know why you're in love with me," he says, to Burr, and it isn't plaintive. Maybe even a little playful. "I'm unfaithful, loudmouthed, obnoxious... afraid." Burr has come up far enough that Alexander can reach down and stroke fingers through his hair. "Surely, with a tongue like yours, you could have any number of pretty whores who are much more accommodating."
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"I didn't have anyone else for the week after my heat," he tells Burr, lowly. "He is not anyone else's."
He had resolved over and over not to tell this to Burr, to keep what little power he had by denying him a father's right. And here he is.
He burrows into the blankets left on the bed, submerging himself entirely for several long minutes, before nudging them to one side and another, pushing it out into a little bowl the way he saw his mother do. The mattress already dips in the middle, because of the way it is supported on ropes below the bed that need a bit of tightening.
Of course Burr belongs here. It all smells of him, and now smells of Alexander, too. He halfway wants to pin Burr down and lick him all over, but it is nice, too, to spread himself like a feast for his lover.
He feels good. Sighs with it, releasing some of the anxious cares that have dogged him since he realized what was happening to him.
"I don't know why you're in love with me," he says, to Burr, and it isn't plaintive. Maybe even a little playful. "I'm unfaithful, loudmouthed, obnoxious... afraid." Burr has come up far enough that Alexander can reach down and stroke fingers through his hair. "Surely, with a tongue like yours, you could have any number of pretty whores who are much more accommodating."