He shivers--a full body trembling right down to the core of him, as Alexander pushes in. Let's the upper half of his body go limp against Laurens while he pushes his ass up, presents himself, a good omega.

It feels so good. It's perfect, that passage inside of him spread apart by the head of Hamilton's cock, the slick displaced, squelching and running down between where they are joined, where Hamilton's balls are pressed between them.

Perhaps if he had not been forced to wait, and the abstinence had not driven his heart higher in the fervor of absence, he would not come immediately. As it is, he begins jerking straight away. His knees and legs clenching inward as he shakes on Hamilton's cock, his cunt gripping and pulling and urging Hamilton deeper.

He whines, and moans, and does nothing to control himself. The smell, begging to be fucked, seeded, even as Hamilton drives into him. He needs more, his body pulsing painfully with an orgasm that can't satisfy him. He needs more.

Each thrust pushes him down against Laurens, grinds his cock near the spot where Hamilton is inside him. And Burr squirms, wiggles with each movement, until the head is catching there against the stretched ring of muscles where Hamilton drives relentlessly forward.