"It was a lovely wake-up." Laurens shifts up behind Burr, cautious, as always, of his welcome. He kisses Burr soft on the back of the neck.

"No hurt in the least," Hamilton assures him. "You fit me perfectly, like I was made for you." He cups Burr's face in his hands, and kisses him. It isn't a neat kiss -- it's wet, and a bit off-center, and tired, and wonderful for all that. "Like I so often feel when I'm within you." Thumb strokes Burr's cheekbone.

"I find myself amorous," murmurs Laurens. "Could I perhaps follow your example?" he asks Burr. "Alexander seems so accommodating just now -- or I can take care of myself, or," and he strokes Burr's hip, "perhaps indulge in you."