Burr is overwhelmed by it; by the heat, and the need, the smell, and the feeling. Hamilton, pressing his back against the wall, between his legs and it is good, so good, and he needs more, he needs more--
"Alexander," he whines, in a desperate, pleading way. He can feel the muscles of his cunt contracting, trying to work against an intrusion that isn't there. And he's not standing so much as pushing down with the weight of his body, pressing against Hamilton's hand.
They can't do anything here, where they are, but god. Burr catches a glimpse--his eyes catch at Hamilton's eyes and can't look away. At his eyelashes, and the glimmer of damp, and he feels his mouth go wet, and open, and he wants, he wants so badly.
"Please," he says, "please, please, please."
He doesn't like being in the hallway. He wants his nest. He wants security. He wants Hamilton inside him, Burr pressed down into the floor with a cock in his cunt and fingers in his ass. And he feels himself growing fussy, distressed, at not having it.
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"Alexander," he whines, in a desperate, pleading way. He can feel the muscles of his cunt contracting, trying to work against an intrusion that isn't there. And he's not standing so much as pushing down with the weight of his body, pressing against Hamilton's hand.
They can't do anything here, where they are, but god. Burr catches a glimpse--his eyes catch at Hamilton's eyes and can't look away. At his eyelashes, and the glimmer of damp, and he feels his mouth go wet, and open, and he wants, he wants so badly.
"Please," he says, "please, please, please."
He doesn't like being in the hallway. He wants his nest. He wants security. He wants Hamilton inside him, Burr pressed down into the floor with a cock in his cunt and fingers in his ass. And he feels himself growing fussy, distressed, at not having it.