Hamilton buries his face against his husband, with a little shiver. God, yes. God, yes.
He pulls gently out of Burr, and shifts them so he can kiss Burr -- kisses him hard, needy, desperate. "Yes," he says, "of course, yes." A little wild with his kisses: along Burr's jaw, on his cheek, even on the curve of his ear.
"I've been hoping you would ask." It takes a little maneuvering in the small space, but Hamilton wriggles around until he's under Burr, lets his legs fall open. He is hard, wet from Burr's cunt.
He draws in a hissed breath when he thinks of using the slick from Burr's body to penetrate his own. It makes him unbelievably hot, all over. He lightly draws his fingers between Burr's legs, getting them slick again -- though they're still wet from being buried inside him. Settling back, he smears that wet on his own hole.
"Like this, at first?" asks Hamilton. "So I can show you."
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He pulls gently out of Burr, and shifts them so he can kiss Burr -- kisses him hard, needy, desperate. "Yes," he says, "of course, yes." A little wild with his kisses: along Burr's jaw, on his cheek, even on the curve of his ear.
"I've been hoping you would ask." It takes a little maneuvering in the small space, but Hamilton wriggles around until he's under Burr, lets his legs fall open. He is hard, wet from Burr's cunt.
He draws in a hissed breath when he thinks of using the slick from Burr's body to penetrate his own. It makes him unbelievably hot, all over. He lightly draws his fingers between Burr's legs, getting them slick again -- though they're still wet from being buried inside him. Settling back, he smears that wet on his own hole.
"Like this, at first?" asks Hamilton. "So I can show you."