Burr purrs, and soothes, once he has his breath back. Still on top of Hamilton, still inside of him, but softening, slowly. Pets down flanks, and presses kisses to his neck, his shoulders, and at length rolls off of him, to wiggle his way against Hamilton's side, wrapping his arms around him. Not caring for the wet spot on the bed.

He feels sleepy, and sated. Hamilton looks still dazed, a bit uncomprehending, and Burr leans forward to kiss him, slow, scratching at his scalp. Reaching down to squeeze his ass, so Hamilton can feel the dampness there.

"I'm sorry," Burr whispers, and pushes his head against Hamilton. "I couldn't help it. I woke up and--you were so good."