Hamilton shudders, and moans, and pushes back against him, and Burr gasps, digs in fingers in harder, as he pulls away to drape over that body, to whisper in his ear.
"Shhhh, it's okay, I've got you. You can go back to sleep--" though he's not sure he cares either way. He likes him like this. Pliant, unresisting. Burr could do so many things to him. Burr could do anything to him. Burr could--oh. Burr could breed him.
His dick twitches, where it is pressed against the swell of Hamilton's ass, and he gives a little shakey exhale, buried his face in Hamilton's neck, breathes in. He could have him. It wouldn't be so hard as taking Laurens. Burr has no knot, but he could still have him, leave him dripping with come, to wake in the morning sore and confused and messy.
Burr slides back down, spreads him again, shivers, at the sight of his hole, still wet from Burr's saliva. He can feel his own folds, the liquid that has been gathering, messy between his thighs. More than he should have, but he doesn't spare it a though as he reaches between his legs and scoops it up on his fingers. Brings it back to Hamilton's hole, massages it against his rim before pushing one finger in, against resistance.
Hamilton's body swallows him so well, and he watches in awe as he begins to work that finger. Watches the quiver of muscles, the way Hamilton's body clings, chases the intrusion, as it pulls out, thrusts in again. Another finger, slipping in with the first, and he has to bite back his own moan, leaning down, ravenous, to nip at him, to swirl his tongue around his fingers, fisting his own cock with his other hand.
"What do you think?" Burr whispers, voice ragged. "Should I fuck you? Do you want me to breed you?"
Beside him Laurens stirs, does not wake. But Burr can see the outline of him--a hard cock through the thin material of his nightshirt. Maybe Burr is giving off something in his scent, more than he thought he was.
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"Shhhh, it's okay, I've got you. You can go back to sleep--" though he's not sure he cares either way. He likes him like this. Pliant, unresisting. Burr could do so many things to him. Burr could do anything to him. Burr could--oh. Burr could breed him.
His dick twitches, where it is pressed against the swell of Hamilton's ass, and he gives a little shakey exhale, buried his face in Hamilton's neck, breathes in. He could have him. It wouldn't be so hard as taking Laurens. Burr has no knot, but he could still have him, leave him dripping with come, to wake in the morning sore and confused and messy.
Burr slides back down, spreads him again, shivers, at the sight of his hole, still wet from Burr's saliva. He can feel his own folds, the liquid that has been gathering, messy between his thighs. More than he should have, but he doesn't spare it a though as he reaches between his legs and scoops it up on his fingers. Brings it back to Hamilton's hole, massages it against his rim before pushing one finger in, against resistance.
Hamilton's body swallows him so well, and he watches in awe as he begins to work that finger. Watches the quiver of muscles, the way Hamilton's body clings, chases the intrusion, as it pulls out, thrusts in again. Another finger, slipping in with the first, and he has to bite back his own moan, leaning down, ravenous, to nip at him, to swirl his tongue around his fingers, fisting his own cock with his other hand.
"What do you think?" Burr whispers, voice ragged. "Should I fuck you? Do you want me to breed you?"
Beside him Laurens stirs, does not wake. But Burr can see the outline of him--a hard cock through the thin material of his nightshirt. Maybe Burr is giving off something in his scent, more than he thought he was.