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alexander hamilton ([personal profile] non_stop) wrote in [community profile] amrev_intrigues2022-07-08 01:19 pm

psl b4?

The pregnancy seems to have entered a new phase, after bail is posted, after Burr's claim of him on a hard and wooden bench in a filthy cell. Alexander can't stop thinking about it. His mind catches on the glide of Burr's cock-head, spreading his slit; he replays, again and again, the sensation of Burr's cock digging at the entrance to his womb, just this side of painful, and how his body welled with welcoming, wet slick at every slow thrust. Burr's body against his. Needy, broken pieces of himself, spasming around the cherished intrusion. How he was pressed back down into the bench and used, fucked on Burr's knot while claiming-marking urine leaked out of him --

He became a different creature, just then. Burr claimed him, and Alexander doesn't know what it means. He is frightened of how close Burr is to him, and frightened even more of losing that closeness. He shares Burr's bed, every night. He has vivid nightmares that he doesn't remember on waking. And if they awaken him in the middle of the night, he burrows under the covers and licks at Burr's soft cock, suckles it into his mouth, until Burr is awake and willing to pleasure him back to sleep. He is guilty for it, for interrupting Burr's sleep, but he always forgets his guilt when Burr's fingers are inside him or Burr's mouth is on him or even just Burr's sleepy voice telling him he's beautiful while he pulls himself off.

But there is a change. He is ravenous, and he longs for strange things, one day repulsed and the next day drawn to a particular food. The nausea isn't just in the mornings, now, but can strike at any time during the day. His back hurts, and he isn't even carrying much extra weight, though he's starting to think that maybe the swell at his stomach is large, unusually so. And his nipples ache, in a way that seems periodically echoed through the flesh beneath.

He asks Burr, hesitating, to bring a midwife to the home. Burr suggests a doctor, as well, and Alexander blanches, knowing the judgment that a gentleman might bring to their situation.

"Should we," and he swallows, dreading and wanting. "Should we marry first?"
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[personal profile] slowtoanger 2022-07-16 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're you," Burr says, and he's crying a bit, and he doesn't know why. "You're my Alexander," gentle hands reaching out to guide those away from Hamilton's hair. And if Alexander will let him, he'll hold him--collapse against Alexander's chest and breathe.

He's trembling. Aren't they both, now? And scared? But what way is there but forward, clinging?
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[personal profile] slowtoanger 2022-07-16 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Burr hold him, and marks him. Rubs scent onto skin from his own. Something that might be done when mating, but might also be done to soothe. A display of devotion.

Hamilton apologizes, apologizes, so different from the Hamilton he one knew, and Burr silences him, takes each apology into his mouth, hold it there, slow and needy. Should Burr apologize too? He has, but the words, those simple small ones--

Burr had thrown one forgiveness back at him, yet now he yearns for it. He takes the ring and presses it into Alexander's hand. Writes his own apology in small displays of submission, now--bares his throat and goes to his knees, for all his arms still cling to Hamilton's pant leg.
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[personal profile] slowtoanger 2022-07-17 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Burr does. God help him, he does. Slides the ring onto Hamilton's finger and then covers the hand with his own. It is too painful to look at, too beautiful, too wonderful, too much. He kisses Hamilton's hand--each finger, and then presses it to the side of his face. Holds.

"I can't promise either--" Burr says. "Faithfulness, or to be always kind. I think we shall snap at one another a good deal, and fight when we ought not to. But I promise to love you, and care for you, when it is needed. And to allow you also your freedom, to make awful personal and political decisions, so long as you come home to me after."

He waits for Hamilton--to tell Burr when to rise, to nudge him to his feet. Gives him these small things, that he needs so badly.

There is another thing--

"How old are you, really? Don't lie to me again. Hosack said you are not more than nineteen."
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[personal profile] slowtoanger 2022-07-17 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Burr thinks Hamilton might be lying. That he is younger than he says. It's been easy for Hamilton to convince himself of lies in the past. To defend then like truths.

But then Hamilton is pulling him up, kissing him, and Burr lets himself be claimed. Makes a little pleased sound, and lets his hands wander down, cupping Hamilton's stomach, jutting between them.

"Twins," Burr says, against skin. "you're going to get so big," a little tease, but he loves the idea.
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[personal profile] slowtoanger 2022-07-18 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
A little gasp, and shudder, when Hamilton bites down on his gland.

"So confident are you, that you shall not bear two boys, or two girls?" Burr asks, but of course, more likely--that they shall have neither. That one or both shall die, during birth or after. Things best not to think about.

"I think you shall get very demanding, soon. More than you've been. What will you do when you can't reach your own cock?" Burr asks, though he knows--Hamilton will have to rely on Burr. Won't be able to get any relief of animal needs without him. He doesn't want to keep Hamilton pregnant and naked in his home forever...but just for a little while, the end of this pregnancy, sounds very appealing. Burr had though, before, years ago, that it would be a good way to keep Hamilton out of politics, or to shut him up--shove a cock in him. And he'd absolutely not entertained those fantasies a number of times.
Edited 2022-07-18 18:47 (UTC)
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[personal profile] slowtoanger 2022-07-19 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Burr's skin burns too, at Hamilton's words. Yes, he wants to take it. He wants Hamilton to punish him, to do the things he pays whores to do. Never quite satisfying, from them. But from Hamilton, for Hamilton--

"Yes," Burr breathes, pupils dilated. "Yes, you should punish me. What's to stop me from doing it again? From bending over some whore's bed, if you can't control your mate? I've been very bad, Alexander, and they've had me in all sorts of ways." And he's clutching on now, pulling them back towards the little guest bed. Oh, he hopes they're loud enough to disturb Hosack.

"I let them inside me, and I let them hit me, and I even fucked a few of them, came inside them. What are you going to do?"