Burr laps up what issues from him greedily--from his cunt to his cock to his stomach, where ribbons of his semen have landed. Burr laps at him even when he is clean, and then moves up to his nipples, lathes his tongue around them, latches on and hums, so the delicious vibrations will be transferred there to sensitive flesh.

"But I don't want anyone else," Burr says, between sucks. "How could I want anyone else, when you make such delicious sounds. Unfold yourself for me so prettily, grow wet so rapidly. When your body is so in tune with mine. You have such control over my cock, Alexander. One look from you and it grows hard, responds to your command. You could have it whenever you wanted. Ride it whenever you wanted, in whatever manner suited you."

Nips once, lightly, to draw blood to the surface. Is it true, what he had said? That he could come just from this, the stimulation to his nipples? Already Burr wants to drive in to him, to bury his cock in that welcoming warm passage, yet the appeal of this other thing is too great.

"How about a third?" Burr asks.