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amrev_intrigues2022-07-08 01:19 pm
non_stop) wrote in 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?"
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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"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.
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The reality of it scares him: they will grow, and then they will need to come out of him, and the violence of it will be awful, he thinks. But women and omegas survive it all the time. It can't be much more hazardous than the war he already waged.
"My cock, I think I'll reach. My cunt, another matter entirely -- will you ply me with your tongue, then?" His skin is hot. This isn't their home, and he should not rile Burr the way he wants to. "What if I want to fuck you? I do, now. I should punish you for what you said. I should have you rough -- and bite you -- and show you belong to me, not to whomever else you visited." The absurdity of someone so young staking a claim on someone so much their elder... Ah, but Alexander wants it anyway.
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"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?"