Burr whines out his displeasure when Hamilton pulls him bodily away, when Laurens cock slips out, doesn't slip, nothing so gentle as the rough pull of his cock head against Burr's entrance. But that whine becomes choked into silence, into a moan, when Hamilton forces him down and knots him. His back rises off the bed when Hamilton bites, and a wave of pleasure courses through him, and he can feel the way his body clenches and squeezes over the width of him, the knot that seems to stretch even as Burr can feel the fluids of his arousal leaking out loose beneath the knot.
He's never been mated, like this. Well and truly. He is Hamilton's, and they are married but they are mated now, in the proper way. He closes his eyes and focuses, hard, to feel the pulses of the cock inside him, seeding him. He shifts, clenches, to milk out more, to be good for his mate.
And he's never been mated like this, when Hamilton's seed could take. If he weren't caught up in the heat sickness like he is now, he would not act so. But he is caught up, and he whines and squirms and begs with his scent. Fertile and breed me and yours. The scent and omega makes when he is desperate for something, when he wants to be seeded with a child.
And he's licking then, as Hamilton shifts them, licking up Hamilton's collarbone and his neck and his eyes are closed but he collides and--oh, yes, he is kissing Laurens then. Lazy kisses, faces pressed against Hamilton's body, all of them together here, together, but not as much as they should be, and--
Burr jerks when Laurens licks him. Pulls away and goes behind him, circles his tongue and Burr's legs fall open impossibly wider, speared open on Hamilton's cock. He's panting straight away, trembling, when Lauren's pushes his tongue forward around beside Hamilton's cock.
Hamilton thought once, before, that Burr didn't know the paternity of their child. That too many were needed to satisfy him. All Burr knows now is that he needs, desperately. He's squirming them, pulling at Hamilton's knot, fucking those bare few centimeters he can, whining and begging and needing.
"More," he says, and the heat surges again,"please please please please please."
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He's never been mated, like this. Well and truly. He is Hamilton's, and they are married but they are mated now, in the proper way. He closes his eyes and focuses, hard, to feel the pulses of the cock inside him, seeding him. He shifts, clenches, to milk out more, to be good for his mate.
And he's never been mated like this, when Hamilton's seed could take. If he weren't caught up in the heat sickness like he is now, he would not act so. But he is caught up, and he whines and squirms and begs with his scent. Fertile and breed me and yours. The scent and omega makes when he is desperate for something, when he wants to be seeded with a child.
And he's licking then, as Hamilton shifts them, licking up Hamilton's collarbone and his neck and his eyes are closed but he collides and--oh, yes, he is kissing Laurens then. Lazy kisses, faces pressed against Hamilton's body, all of them together here, together, but not as much as they should be, and--
Burr jerks when Laurens licks him. Pulls away and goes behind him, circles his tongue and Burr's legs fall open impossibly wider, speared open on Hamilton's cock. He's panting straight away, trembling, when Lauren's pushes his tongue forward around beside Hamilton's cock.
Hamilton thought once, before, that Burr didn't know the paternity of their child. That too many were needed to satisfy him. All Burr knows now is that he needs, desperately. He's squirming them, pulling at Hamilton's knot, fucking those bare few centimeters he can, whining and begging and needing.
"More," he says, and the heat surges again,"please please please please please."