Burr is tired. Has been tired, for much of the past few weeks. But if Burr is tired, Hamilton must be more so. He's fussy, and needy. He has trouble sleeping, and no reservations with waking Burr when he wants his body. It is only fair--Burr did get them into this mess.
He likes Hamilton's new weight. Likes the swell of his stomach, that does seem overlarge, though Burr had thought perhaps his perverted mind was making hi m seem larger than he was. Likes especially to rest his hands there, feeling the shape, covering, holding. In sleep or waking. Coming up behind Hamilton to hold him.
He shouldn't want to make Hamilton a kept man. But he can't help the rising anxiety, the further along Hamilton gets. He can't help but recall the Theodosias pregnancies--the miscarriages, health that seemed never to recover. He wants to keep Hamilton safe, but it is at odds with his nature. Aloof and cool, reserved.
He is quiet, mostly. There is enough to keep him occupied. He wants to give Hamilton things. Thrills each time he returns home to find Hamilton still there, thinks each time he leaves for work that Hamilton will slip away forever. So he doesn't mind going out to get foods Hamilton asked for, only for those same things to be rebuffed when he returns. He cares only that Hamilton eats, fussy as he is. Not above using underhanded persuasion--little bits handfed, and it's easier after Burr brings him off with his mouth, under the dinner table or early in the morning.
Of course, Hamilton is overdue for a visit with a doctor, or midwife. But he'd not thought it prudent to force the subject.
"Hamilton, any doctor of mine has seen worse, I assure you." If Hamilton wants to marry him it should be because he wants to, not rushed for a want of propriety. They are far past that. "As I said before--I will marry you whenever you wish it."
He hopes desperately that Hamilton does mean to be married, though. He's had the paperwork made up since then--the night in jail. But Hamilton hadn't brought it up again, and Burr though--well. He'll take Hamilton any way he can have him.
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He likes Hamilton's new weight. Likes the swell of his stomach, that does seem overlarge, though Burr had thought perhaps his perverted mind was making hi m seem larger than he was. Likes especially to rest his hands there, feeling the shape, covering, holding. In sleep or waking. Coming up behind Hamilton to hold him.
He shouldn't want to make Hamilton a kept man. But he can't help the rising anxiety, the further along Hamilton gets. He can't help but recall the Theodosias pregnancies--the miscarriages, health that seemed never to recover. He wants to keep Hamilton safe, but it is at odds with his nature. Aloof and cool, reserved.
He is quiet, mostly. There is enough to keep him occupied. He wants to give Hamilton things. Thrills each time he returns home to find Hamilton still there, thinks each time he leaves for work that Hamilton will slip away forever. So he doesn't mind going out to get foods Hamilton asked for, only for those same things to be rebuffed when he returns. He cares only that Hamilton eats, fussy as he is. Not above using underhanded persuasion--little bits handfed, and it's easier after Burr brings him off with his mouth, under the dinner table or early in the morning.
Of course, Hamilton is overdue for a visit with a doctor, or midwife. But he'd not thought it prudent to force the subject.
"Hamilton, any doctor of mine has seen worse, I assure you." If Hamilton wants to marry him it should be because he wants to, not rushed for a want of propriety. They are far past that. "As I said before--I will marry you whenever you wish it."
He hopes desperately that Hamilton does mean to be married, though. He's had the paperwork made up since then--the night in jail. But Hamilton hadn't brought it up again, and Burr though--well. He'll take Hamilton any way he can have him.