Burr's rhythm goes irregular, and Hamilton feels himself tensing and straining -- and Burr's teeth sink in and Hamilton cries out, thrashes in sudden, frenzied ecstasy, coming without being touched.

Burr grinds inside him, drawing it out, and Hamilton braces on one arm, reaching down to take himself in hand. Drags his grip, slow, milking himself of it as he feels the twitches of Burr spilling inside him. It is always so intimate, to feel someone's climax this way: to have it happen within himself. A different sort of intimacy, a sweet and enveloping kind.

He is trembling; his thighs are trembling, his arms trembling. He folds down onto the bed, every part of him just a hint sweaty, damp from warmth and exertion. From overwrought emotion.

Twitches and shivers, pinned by Burr's teeth and his cock.