"Yes," Burr says hotly, "swollen because I have gotten you with child. Because my seed took root in your fertile body--" things he can not get enough of. That should not be said in midst of sex, yet make him mad with desire all the same.

Dipping his head again, miming fucking with his tongue, thrusting against the nub before sucking it once more--small, rhythmic little movements.

"I've ruined you," he says, pulling back again. "Stolen your virtue like a young innocent maiden. Pregnant out of wedlock because I could not help myself." And his hand goes lower, back between Hamilton's legs, feeling the run of his slick, wet already since he licked it clean. Gathers some up on his fingers and goes back, works around his ass more gently this time, pushing and stretching and massaging before he slips in a finger inside, gasping as those muscles spasm around him, pull him deeper.

Wants to keep talking, but Hamilton is pulling his head back down, until he is latched once more on his nipple, and making those wonderful sounds, and Burr cannot help himself then, he can't--his body laid out before him every sweet torture. Shifts his hips, fucking his fingers in and out, until Hamilton's thigh is between his legs, and then he is grinding, rubbing, rutting like an animal in heat.