God, God, he can't wait anymore. He can't help it. He needs, he needs, and Hamilton makes such wonderful sounds, half asleep, out of his mind, and so pliant, so unresisting, so good.
Burr withdraws his fingers, reaches between his legs to gather up slick again, smears it on his cock. Lines the head up with Hamilton's hole, and leaves it there, panting, overwhelmed at the sight. His omega cock, which has never been inside someone in such a way, nudging against Hamilton's entrance, which quivers and shine wetly, loose.
Burr pushes in slowly, savoring. The head breaches. Hamilton's body opens to him, and the head slips inside, and Hamilton is warm, so warm, that Burr has to take a moment, to keep from pushing down to the hilt in one thrust, to keep from releasing immediately.
He whines, digs fingers into hips hard enough to bruise, and pushes in another inch, slowly, skin dragging on skin. God, the sight of him, clenching, the sight of Burr's cock disappearing inside. More, he needs more--and he pushes, a slow, relentless thrust, until his balls hit against Hamilton ass, and he is sheathed completely.
He's inside Hamilton, inside. An alpha. And it feels so good. He dips his head, body quivering, to bite at Hamilton neck, to wrap his arms around him, to hold on as he struggles to catch his breath. But he can't help himself. His hips are wiggling, twitching, grinding, and he can't stop. Soon he is fucking--little thrusts that rock Hamilton up the bed, and getting steadily harder.
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Burr withdraws his fingers, reaches between his legs to gather up slick again, smears it on his cock. Lines the head up with Hamilton's hole, and leaves it there, panting, overwhelmed at the sight. His omega cock, which has never been inside someone in such a way, nudging against Hamilton's entrance, which quivers and shine wetly, loose.
Burr pushes in slowly, savoring. The head breaches. Hamilton's body opens to him, and the head slips inside, and Hamilton is warm, so warm, that Burr has to take a moment, to keep from pushing down to the hilt in one thrust, to keep from releasing immediately.
He whines, digs fingers into hips hard enough to bruise, and pushes in another inch, slowly, skin dragging on skin. God, the sight of him, clenching, the sight of Burr's cock disappearing inside. More, he needs more--and he pushes, a slow, relentless thrust, until his balls hit against Hamilton ass, and he is sheathed completely.
He's inside Hamilton, inside. An alpha. And it feels so good. He dips his head, body quivering, to bite at Hamilton neck, to wrap his arms around him, to hold on as he struggles to catch his breath. But he can't help himself. His hips are wiggling, twitching, grinding, and he can't stop. Soon he is fucking--little thrusts that rock Hamilton up the bed, and getting steadily harder.