His mate, his darling, darling mate, in such need, in such violent desperation. And he has the solution. He presses in so deep, rolls his hips like he could find somewhere deeper still. And his -- his second mate? Pinned beneath them both, unsatisfied. Both of them, they belong to Alexander, and they are unsatisfied.
He stretches up to bite hard at the scruff of Burr's neck, to keep him still, and he pushes Burr's thigh up, widening the space between his legs. He has to stop thrusting, just for the moment -- hence the bite. Burr has to be still. It would be better if he would go sweet and limp for Alexander, though Burr is so wild that this seems unobtainable.
Alexander draws his hand up Laurens' swollen length, directs the head to press between the soft lips of Burr's cunt, where Alexander's cock has him stretched tight. Slips fingers in alongside his own length, and spreads those to make room --
Oh, it must hurt, and now Alexander releases the scruff. Where his teeth sank, he bathes in long licks, grooming and soothing as his hands go to Burr's hips and angle and pull him down so he's strained-tight around the two alphas who are so devoted to him.
The sounds Laurens makes are choking, and his hand covers Alexander's, to clench spasmodically on Burr's hip. Alexander almost doesn't notice. Burr has never been so tight, and Burr's sounds are distressed; maybe it is that they won't fit. That would be the height of unfairness, now -- Alexander knows Burr, remembers Burr's exquisite rapture at taking them both once before. Surely Burr would want this again. Surely Alexander belongs this way, nestled against Laurens, inside his husband. Surely -- !
He hitches forward and meets Laurens halfway in the wet, glorious kiss, the ravenous kiss. They share breath, and Burr sounds as though his has been driven entirely out of his body. Like there is not enough room in his slight form for both of them, and for his lungs to expand.
"My slut, my beautiful slut," Alexander says, like a prayer, nosing against Burr's neck. "Is it enough? Is this enough for you?"
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He stretches up to bite hard at the scruff of Burr's neck, to keep him still, and he pushes Burr's thigh up, widening the space between his legs. He has to stop thrusting, just for the moment -- hence the bite. Burr has to be still. It would be better if he would go sweet and limp for Alexander, though Burr is so wild that this seems unobtainable.
Alexander draws his hand up Laurens' swollen length, directs the head to press between the soft lips of Burr's cunt, where Alexander's cock has him stretched tight. Slips fingers in alongside his own length, and spreads those to make room --
Oh, it must hurt, and now Alexander releases the scruff. Where his teeth sank, he bathes in long licks, grooming and soothing as his hands go to Burr's hips and angle and pull him down so he's strained-tight around the two alphas who are so devoted to him.
The sounds Laurens makes are choking, and his hand covers Alexander's, to clench spasmodically on Burr's hip. Alexander almost doesn't notice. Burr has never been so tight, and Burr's sounds are distressed; maybe it is that they won't fit. That would be the height of unfairness, now -- Alexander knows Burr, remembers Burr's exquisite rapture at taking them both once before. Surely Burr would want this again. Surely Alexander belongs this way, nestled against Laurens, inside his husband. Surely -- !
He hitches forward and meets Laurens halfway in the wet, glorious kiss, the ravenous kiss. They share breath, and Burr sounds as though his has been driven entirely out of his body. Like there is not enough room in his slight form for both of them, and for his lungs to expand.
"My slut, my beautiful slut," Alexander says, like a prayer, nosing against Burr's neck. "Is it enough? Is this enough for you?"