"Alexander." But he doesn't insist on it. The hazy, lazy pleasure, like submerging in warm seas.
He rallies his strength one more time, and, as he originally intended, he carefully lifts Burr up against his chest and then turns them over, so Burr doesn't have to hold his legs around Alexander's waist and Alexander doesn't have to prop himself up anymore. He also grabs at the blanket he acquired, most of a month ago, and sort of shoves it at Burr for Burr to decide what to do with it.
And then he's back to the relentless campaign of petting and praising, stopping only to breathe in Burr's smell at the crook of his neck.
"You took all of that, I can't believe you, everything I had for you and you just took it," in little murmurs with the occasional brushed kiss. "Beautiful, and you're so strong, so graceful, you bend but you don't break," and similar idiotic nonsense. He wants to ask did I hurt you and are you all right but he's afraid the answers are yes and no in the wrong ways, and so he doesn't ask.
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He rallies his strength one more time, and, as he originally intended, he carefully lifts Burr up against his chest and then turns them over, so Burr doesn't have to hold his legs around Alexander's waist and Alexander doesn't have to prop himself up anymore. He also grabs at the blanket he acquired, most of a month ago, and sort of shoves it at Burr for Burr to decide what to do with it.
And then he's back to the relentless campaign of petting and praising, stopping only to breathe in Burr's smell at the crook of his neck.
"You took all of that, I can't believe you, everything I had for you and you just took it," in little murmurs with the occasional brushed kiss. "Beautiful, and you're so strong, so graceful, you bend but you don't break," and similar idiotic nonsense. He wants to ask did I hurt you and are you all right but he's afraid the answers are yes and no in the wrong ways, and so he doesn't ask.