The praise is too much, burning Burr's face red and he hides it against Alexander's chest. Too used to get hard again, though Hamilton's words send a frisson of pleasure through his gut. He snuggles down into the blanket, half-draped over them, closes his eyes.
'I could take more,' Burr wants to insist, 'from you,' but if feels the wrong thing to say, and Burr has always been more prone to silence over words.
Easy to fall asleep here, exhausted, aching. But the realities of their positions are too pressing to ignore. Washington will be wondering where they've been, likely had already been wondering. How long have they been here, how long have they been fucking?
"We need to report for duty," Burr slurs, even as he knows they will be trapped until the knot goes down. Does not want the knot to go down. Experimentally tightens those muscles to feel it still inside him, wiggling and shifting.
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'I could take more,' Burr wants to insist, 'from you,' but if feels the wrong thing to say, and Burr has always been more prone to silence over words.
Easy to fall asleep here, exhausted, aching. But the realities of their positions are too pressing to ignore. Washington will be wondering where they've been, likely had already been wondering. How long have they been here, how long have they been fucking?
"We need to report for duty," Burr slurs, even as he knows they will be trapped until the knot goes down. Does not want the knot to go down. Experimentally tightens those muscles to feel it still inside him, wiggling and shifting.