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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hamilton_-_Miranda
  Relationship:
      Aaron_Burr/Alexander_Hamilton
  Character:
      Aaron_Burr, Alexander_Hamilton
  Additional Tags:
      Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Underage_Sex, they're_both_underage, Underage
      Drug_Use, First_Time, Bottom_Burr, top_alexander, Rimming, Sub_Burr, Pet
      Names, Emotional_Hurt, Angst, Sorry_i_cant_leave_the_house_without_a
      bottle_of_angst, Implied/Referenced_Cheating, implied_Hamliza
  Series:
      Part 2 of the_ballad_of_Aaron_Burr_and_co.
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-29 Words: 3262
****** you were defenseless ******
by KingLear
Summary
     Aaron and Alex's first time.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
At the inexplicable adoring look in Aaron's hazy eyes, Alexander feels a high
totally unrelated to the myriad of drugs that they'd both taken together, the
smoke that they'd passed between each other's lips heavy and intoxicating.
There was something richly addicting about the way Aaron gasped when Alexander
spreads his cheeks wide, keened highly from the back of his throat when Alex
lathed his tongue against the tiny hole, ground his body against Alex's face
with urgency.
"Alex, please," Aaron whimpers, eyes unseeing as he clutched the motel pillows
with a tight grasp, his spine shuddering as he arched his back at a particular
thrust of Alex's skillful tongue. Later he would wonder who had taught Alex so
much and have no choice but to stew in a pot of hopeless jealousy and hapless
helplessness. But the thought flew from his head, he was too busy getting drunk
off the way Alexander looked up at him darkly, as if he wanted to chain Aaron
down and have him in every way and form, on every surface over and over again.
With his heart throbbing in his throat, Aaron would let him. Alex could do
anything to him he wanted and he would welcome it, relish it.
"You taste so good, baby," Alex purred against Aaron's ass, taking a moment to
cup Aaron's curvy body, placing his mouth on top of one cheek, before taking a
bite that had Aaron yelping in a mix of pain and pleasure, sucking on it as an
apology in response to Aaron's whine, "Sorry, sweetheart, I just couldn't help
myself."
"Please," Aaron pleaded, wrapping his legs around Alex's shoulders as he asked
for something he couldn't voice.
Alex, the mischevious asshole that he was, positioned an arm around Aaron's
waist before stopping his machinations to Aaron's absolute distress. "I'm
sorry, what did you want from me, sweetheart? I just can't be quite sure."
It was a decadent feeling, being entrapped between Aaron's long, pretty legs,
and no one could blame Alexander if he placed gentle kisses on the sides of
each leg whilst patiently waiting for the older man to make up his mind on what
he wanted, although Alexander was pretty sure he knew what he wanted.
"A-Alex," Aaron stuttered, hole twitching as he felt the cool breath of his
lover on top of it, but doing nothing about it, heart thudding against his
chest as he voiced, "Please - please, eat me, Alex."
"You're such a good boy for me, doll," Alex cooed encouragingly as he patted
Aaron's rump once more and Aaron's eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as he
shivered at the praise. God, the man knew exactly what he was doing to Aaron
and Aaron was playing right into Alexander's - capable - hands. "So gorgeous,
and you're all for me, aren't you?"
"Fuck, please, yeah I am, Alex, please," Aaron chanted nonsensically, locking
his legs tighter as Alex seemed to move away, "Please don't leave me."
When Alex looked up at the heartbreaking gaze that Aaron was looking down at
him with, head straining as he tried to keep Alex right where he was, something
in Alex's heart melted as he reassured the fragile man with countless kisses on
every bit of skin that he could get his mouth on, hands reaching the lube that
was only a hand away. The body beneath him was so willing to be taken apart, so
open to all the filth that Alex wanted to drag him down to, smearing that
innocence with his fingers, it was a surprise how long Alex had resisted in
taking Aaron. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart, just need to get you ready
for me to take you."
"Promise?" Aaron whined, unable to think about anything other than, Alex needed
to be back where he was otherwise he was going to climb on top of him and force
him still and take what Aaron needed, so help him, Alex.
"I'm already back where you want me to be, sweetheart," Alex reminded Aaron
softly, laying the lube beside him as he pushed Aaron's legs flat on the bed,
spread as far as the naturally limber man could be pushed, only stopping when
Aaron's whimper was more pain than pleasure. "You're going to be absolutely
exquisite, my dear Aaron."
It was if Michaelangelo had painted the masterpiece entangled between the
sheets, the jawline could have cut a man, a pallor that Alexander wanted to
drown in, a submissive demeanor that Alexander thrived under. And wasn't that
the best part of all, Alex thought as he unclicked the cold lube directly on
Aaron's hole, watching as Aaron shivered uncontrollably, his own dick twitching
at the sight. It was having this beautiful human give up all of his control;
the power was addicting. The more he reveled, the more he realized that Aaron
was his to subdue, his to manipulate.
With a revered hand, Alexander rubbed the lube into the skin, slicking it up
and kneading the plump cheek, mixing it with Aaron's sweat as he watched,
fascinated at how Aaron unfolded like a deck of cards, opening like a shut
flower bud in the dew of the morning sunlight. It should scare Alex how laser-
focused he was on Aaron, but Aaron was the only worthwhile thing for miles on
end and he shook the thought, the feelings away.
Circling the outer rim with a lax finger, not quite entering the crevice yet,
Alexander saw the hitch of Aaron's breath as he shifted his hips up higher to
feel the touch more insistently inside, telling Alex wanted he wanted without
telling him. Alex's other hand trailed from Aaron's thighs to his hardening
leaking cock, weeping white fluid that Alex wanted to lick up and suck. Later.
He told himself. Instead, he jerked the organ once or twice, smirking to
himself as Aaron jerked up, a whine reverberating his chest against the sheets
of the dirty motel room.
Hazily, Aaron looked up at Alex with blurred eyes, heavy breathing heaving
through his chest as Alex stole every breath without care or recompensation. As
fingertips dug into the meat of his hips, Aaron was sure that he was going to
have lasting bruises that would collect and stay for weeks on end. Good. He
thought to himself as a pair of hands positioned him just so, making him feel
exposed with his hips arched in the musty air, presenting himself for the
younger man to just take.
The firm touch finally looped around the outer rim towards the inner rim as he
felt the sensation of a thick finger being entered without much difficulty,
rubbing against the walls of the hole as Aaron shivered at the weird - strange
- feeling of being entered. It didn't hurt but it didn't give him any sort of
pleasure, not yet. He wiggled against the sensation, mewling, unsure of how he
felt at the thickness of just one finger. Aaron felt more than heard the sweet
murmuring of words that the other man was so adept with.
"God, you're so tight, Aaron, you gotta relax, baby," The voice said, gruff and
low with the lust in his tone, "I can't wait for this tight heat to cover my
cock - fuck."
As Aaron settled down and got used to the long thick finger, in came another,
thicker than the first and more uncomfortable to deal with as Aaron shifted
with a high-pitched confused sound. A hand brushed against his face as he was
shushed lovingly, Alex's voice right against his ear as the other man
whispered, "You're doing so good for me, sweetheart, I'm going to have you
screaming by the end of this, I promise."
He leaned into the touch with a cat-like instinct, purring as Alex petted him
with his spare hand, the other scissoring him, opening him up, searching for
something and Aaron wasn't sure if he could take more of this madness. Huffing
with breathless breaths, the fingers delved into different places that Aaron
had never known to have existed, thrusting his hips back against the friction
of the fingers.
Aaron would regret this high in the morning, would regret the pleasure that
flowed him for weeks if not months on end. If there was a stronger tangible
feeling that he could feel in his mouth, sour and bitter, then Aaron would have
welcomed it, anything to replace the damage being done to their relationship.
If there was ever such a thing in the first place.
He knew about Eliza, had learned about it through Bellamy's gossiping the other
week during their break and the third period, he couldn't believe what he'd
been hearing.
Surely, even though they couldn't come out with their relationship, Alexander
still respected the sanctity of their monogamous relationship? It had only
become more real when he saw the pair looking into each other's eyes, besotted
as they held each other's hands, all sotto like voices and sickly sweet. Aaron
had nearly cried out at the sight, especially since the other man hadn't
glanced up even once to look at the devastation that he was wrecking on him.
In the weeks that followed, Alexander barely spared him a single minute of his
time, let alone a single thought. Too busy playing house with the Schuyler
sister of his dreams. Aaron had felt bitterly in his chest, lemon juice rubbing
salt on his wounds when he couldn't help but feel inferior to Elizabeth's
gender.
And then when Alex had finally come back to him, it was only to spoonfeed him
more lies and deceit of Aaron being the only thing that even mattered,
everything else was irrelevant. Through his tears and loneliness, Aaron had
taken him back in his arms. And here he was.
Alexander was a liar and Aaron was a damned fool for letting him in like this.
Spoiling him like this for everyone else. His first time given to a cheat and a
liar. But he couldn't help it as he looked deeper into the other man's eyes,
trying to lean even closer to the false comfort that he provided. He would take
all that he could get. Even if it meant hidden closets, stolen time in dirty
motels, taking drugs that satisfied everything but Aaron.
When those three - and when had two become three? - fingers had stretched him
as finely as they could, they began to retreat, leaving with a squelch that had
Aaron grimacing at the sound. To distract himself, he placed a hand on his
cockhead, jerking it a few times before his hand was restrained against the
bedsheets, a warning hiss from Hamilton as the other man said, "I'm going to be
solely responsible for your pleasure, no one else."
Choking back a sob, Aaron nodded, heeding Alexander's words even as he felt
disgusted at himself for how easily he submitted under the shorter man's will.
Why did he have so much power over him? What sort of magic spell had Alexander
cast on him that Aaron was coerced into everything that went against what he
felt and believed?
Rolling a condom and lube on, Alexander looked at how finely debauched the
other man had gotten, perspiration sliding down his face, down his chest as the
other man concentrated on staying connected with reality. Positioning himself
at Aaron's entrance, the perineum kissing the head of his cock like an old
friend, Alexander circled his hips with purpose, enjoying the clench of Aaron's
rim against the tip as he desperately tried to get Alexander in in in. With an
urgency that Aaron couldn't hide, he reached forward to engage Alexander in a
messy kiss, more teeth than tongue or soft skin, clashing as he tried to clutch
on to Alexander's arms. Aaron tried his best to not melt into Alexander's arms.
He was already pathetic enough
In one fell swoop, Alex began inching his way in without giving much reprieve
to the other man, had to stop himself from prematurely shoving it all in as the
warmth silky heat enveloped him like he'd always belonged there at the risk of
hurting Aaron. Aaron grunted and moved around as if he didn't know what to do
as the thick, long dick made its way into him, shoving everything around,
making space for itself just like its owner. His dick was thicker, wider than
his fingers, almost a punishing size. In some sort of newfound misguided
strength or kindness that Aaron knew Alex didn't have in his body, Alex slowed
his movement when he bottomed out, his balls pressing tightly against the sweet
sweet heat of Aaron's, giving Aaron just enough time to adjust before he
started his slow thrusts.
It didn't hurt, Aaron bit his lip with eyes that were more pupil than anything
else. It was just overly uncomfortable, like eating too much, but instead of
being filled with food, he was filled with cock. Alexander's cock to be exact.
"Gods, your heat is more than I can take," Alexander panted out into Aaron's
neck, pressing butterfly kisses against the nape. The salty sweat tasted sweet
against his tongue and Alexander was sure that there wasn't an ambrosia that
could rival that of Aaron's scent. With a jagged thrust that had Aaron gasping
for air, Alexander flattened himself on top of Aaron, grinding as languidly as
he could, trying to make this good for the other man.
"More," Aaron said through gritted teeth, the anticipation, the wait was enough
to kill him more than the cock itself. Heh. He thought to himself. Death by
cock.
"What do you say, sweetheart?" Alexander teased, biting Aaron's neck playfully.
He hoped it bruised.
"P-please," Aaron looked at him with bitten lips and watery eyes.
"That sounds much better, but you have to do better honey," Alex looked at him
with pity but didn't relent on the slow pace that had Aaron wanting to scream
murder.
"Please - Please, Alex, fuck me with your cock," Aaron cried out, tear flowing
down his eyes. Alex shuddered as he stopped himself from doing just that,
cursing as he realized how prettily the darker-skinned man hurt.
"Mhm." Alexander forced a sound of nonchalance despite wanting to break the
other man with the things that he wanted to do to the man.
"Please, I want to feel your cock in my chest, want to feel it for days after,
please -" Aaron begged, not above crying to get what he wanted.
"Okay, okay," Alexander cut the other man off, hissing as Aaron clenched his
dick tightly, milking him for all he was worth.
In a maneuver that Alex would pull over and over again, he folded Aaron in
half, a yelp of surprise escaping Aaron's lips, and finally, Hamilton picked up
the pace as he tried to jackhammer through Aaron's body with his dick.
"Faster, I want to be limping for days after, please, Alex, please," Aaron
whimpered, clutching Alex's greasy hair and forehead to his lips as he pleaded
further into the skin, wrapping around him like an adept animal.
Alexander cursed under his breath as he began angling his thrusts haphazardly,
trying to find that spot that would make the other man satisfied. And almost
stuttered his thrusts when Aaron finally let out the sweetest whines and
noises. He couldn't help the smirk that escaped him. Finally. Alexander
captured Aaron's lips again as he drank in the whimpering from Aaron's throat
directly into his own.
"By the end of this, I'm going to have you hoarse and panting for your next
filling, my dear Aaron." Alexander darkly whispered into the darkness of the
room, punctuating each word with a deep thrust.
Pleasure rained down on Aaron like it was second nature and Aaron couldn't help
but give in. He would worry about what to do in a few hours but god let him
just have these few moments where Alexander looked like he cared. He bit back
another sob as Alexander took his own pleasure, assaulting all his senses as he
did so, not that he minded. (He should have.)
Toes clenching into the sheets, Aaron could almost imagine that there was a
bulge in his flat stomach, as he peered shortly at it. Gods. Hamilton was so
deep inside of him.
With a dark leer, Hamilton said, "Look how well you're taking my cock, Aaron,
it's as if you were born to service it at all times, could you imagine waking
up to suck my cock every day for the rest of your life? I said LOOK at how well
you're taking me, Aaron."
Mewling pathetically, Aaron glanced down at how much cock he'd taken in, and
how desperately his hole was clenching to stop it from leaving it completely at
every retreat. It was almost erotic how the cock squelched with promise.
He could feel something building from behind his eyes, felt himself wanting to
release, "I'm gonna come, Alex, I'm gonna -"
A hand wrapped around itself on his balls and he cried out in outrage and
despair, Alexander grit, "Not until I do." The little noises that Alexander
made in his ear, did nothing but stroke the building fire that he was sure
would unleash at any moment - fuck. With every thrust, Aaron was sure he was
going to pass out, Alex at his neck, gnawing countless of love bites on either
side as he lost himself in the sweet pleasure of Aaron Burr.
"Please, please, I'll be so good to you, please let me come, Alex, please,"
Aaron whimpered into Alex's lips, biting it as he did so. When was the other
man going to come? Fuck, he wanted to come so bad.
"I'm nearly there doll," Alex squint his eyes, "H-hold on just a sec,"
The slight hitch in Alex's tenor did wonders to Aaron as he whined helplessly,
shaking his hips as best he could, contracting his muscles to help speed along
the process.
The beds squeaked as Aaron was driven further into the mattress, Alex's
decisive thrusts finally losing their control and he finally let himself go
when Alexander let go of his blue balls and he heard the command, "Do it now."
The ignition of fireworks from behind his eyes did its best to blind him from
everything as he felt himself and Alex come at near the same time. Felt the
filling of the condom as he sprayed both the sheets and both of them.
Shuddering, Alex rolled his hips a few more time before he finally left Aaron's
hole.
The next few moments were filled with their heavy breathing as Aaron tried his
best to collect himself. But his brains had just been fucked out of him and
there was not much he could but stare at the captivating man with regret. He
rolled away from their embrace much to Alexander's displeasure - the other man
had always been a cuddle bug before he did something stupid like saying he
loved Alexander.
It was evident that Alexander would never choose him and who could blame him?
Eliza was everything he wasn't. Everything better. That is.
Aaron frowned to himself as he felt the stinging of tears for something wholly
unrelated to how good the sex was and - fuck it had been the best thing that
Aaron had felt. Their breathing steadied on and in the quiet silence where he
could feel Alexander's intense eyes staring at him in question, he broke the
fragments of their little space out of reality.
"We shouldn't have done this."
Daydreams were meant to broken anyway.
End Notes
     sad sad Aaron. bad bad alexander. im gonna go cry over there.
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