He is concerned, when Hamilton stops. But then Alexander grabs his hand, presses it to his stomach, and the breath slams out of him in a little oh.
He drops to his knees, because it is easier than standing, with legs that shake. He pulls up the edge of Hamilton's shirt, so he can press his face, his ear against the belly, hands on either side. Feels the shift, against his head, and he doesn't know what to do, has no outlet for the emotion he feels.
He kisses the stomach, a flutter of desperate and awe-filled kisses. And he thinks of Theodosia, and his eyes are wet, and he hides the wetness against Hamilton. Doesn't want to think about her.
Doesn't want to think about her, so he pushes himself to his feet suddenly, and then he is on Hamilton, pushing him back against the wall and ravishing him, kissing deep and fast and hard. And if Hamilton will let him he'll drop to his knees, here on the hardwood. Will yank Hamilton's pants down and bury his tongue between hot folds. Will lap and suck and bring him off against the wall.
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He drops to his knees, because it is easier than standing, with legs that shake. He pulls up the edge of Hamilton's shirt, so he can press his face, his ear against the belly, hands on either side. Feels the shift, against his head, and he doesn't know what to do, has no outlet for the emotion he feels.
He kisses the stomach, a flutter of desperate and awe-filled kisses. And he thinks of Theodosia, and his eyes are wet, and he hides the wetness against Hamilton. Doesn't want to think about her.
Doesn't want to think about her, so he pushes himself to his feet suddenly, and then he is on Hamilton, pushing him back against the wall and ravishing him, kissing deep and fast and hard. And if Hamilton will let him he'll drop to his knees, here on the hardwood. Will yank Hamilton's pants down and bury his tongue between hot folds. Will lap and suck and bring him off against the wall.