He's drunk, off the sight of his cock spreading Hamilton open. Off the way Hamilton has to lay, take it. He's sweating, and panting, his muscles aching as he continues to thrust forward. He's draped over Hamilton now, moving just his hips, fucking hard and deep.
And Hamilton, god, Hamilton is half out of his mind. Choking little sounds, drooling, and Burr's cock is twitching, pulsing, throbbing aches as he drives forward, and he can't help himself, he can't--he bites Hamilton. The back of his neck, that place alphas sometimes bite, when they take someone forcefully, to keep them still.
He spills, choking against Hamilton neck, growling. He clamps down, and his hips stutter, hitching his cock further inside, grinding it against the end of that warm and wonderful space, pumping what seems like impossible amounts of spend.
He keeps grinding, twitching, biting, even as his orgasm winds down. He wants to knot, wishes he could, settles for pushing his balls against that entrance.
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And Hamilton, god, Hamilton is half out of his mind. Choking little sounds, drooling, and Burr's cock is twitching, pulsing, throbbing aches as he drives forward, and he can't help himself, he can't--he bites Hamilton. The back of his neck, that place alphas sometimes bite, when they take someone forcefully, to keep them still.
He spills, choking against Hamilton neck, growling. He clamps down, and his hips stutter, hitching his cock further inside, grinding it against the end of that warm and wonderful space, pumping what seems like impossible amounts of spend.
He keeps grinding, twitching, biting, even as his orgasm winds down. He wants to knot, wishes he could, settles for pushing his balls against that entrance.