Hamilton thrusts up against him, and Burr can feel the drag of his cock against Burr's hip, can feel his own cock leaking beads of white against the thin fabric of his smallclothes.

"Hamilton--Alexander," he gasps, as he writhes back, clenching his legs around Hamilton's waist to rut against him, dragging his cock against Hamilton's belly. He wants more. He wants to be taken apart, fucked until he can't walk, until he is hoarse and used and ruined. Wants to taste Hamilton, to take him inside, held down and immobile and able to do nothing but beg for it.

Hamilton bites at him, and at his urging Burr doesn't hold back his sounds, whining desperate in Hamilton's ear, bitting at the lobe as he clings on, digging nails into Hamilton's back, trying to scrap marks through too-much clothes.

"Off," He pants, yanking the coat down Hamilton's shoulder, pulling it free from under his legs, where Hamilton still thrusts against him. His waistcoat is still in the way, but any thoughts are quickly lost to him as Hamilton brings his mouth to Burr's nipple, sucking hard.

"Oh--" he moans out, spasms, head falling back. He wraps his arms around Hamilton's head and holds it there, urging him to bite, to suck, to do anything. "Hamilton--yes, please," he begs. This never felt so good before, so sensitive and burning and good.

He wraps his fingers in Hamilton's hair and yanks, at the same time he grinds upward, shifting his hips so that their cocks brush, and he gasps again, electric sensations, as his length twitches against Hamilton's stomach.

"Use me," he pants, yanking again. "Fuck me, Hamilton--ruin me."