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It had taken Alexander a fair while to get used to Jefferson's home. His dom lived lavishly, with plenty of space for recreation, entertainment, and guests. More spare bedrooms than he could reasonably fill at once and a high ceilinged, well furnished living room that put Alex's to shame.
He sat on the floor of such now, preferring the space to stretch out on the large rug rather than the lush couch, which Thomas had opted to lounge on.
They each sat in their respective spots, Alex cuddled up to Thomas' leg and the latter lazily carding his fingers through Alex's hair, each peeling through a book.
Alex would be fine with the arrangement. In fact, he was—more than fine, the little set up comfortable, and badly needed after a crushing day of work.
Except being at Jefferson's house usually meant business. Not all the time, but more often than not, and tonight was no exception.
Hamilton's stomach growled, and he shifted on the floor with a scowl.
"They've been late for nearly an hour now," Alex pointed out. "Can't we at least start on dinner?"
Thomas shook his head without looking up from his book. "I'm tempted as well, but it's rude to start without everyone here."
"It's also rude to be an hour late," Alex pouted.
"They'll get here," Thomas assured him. "Though, this timing is rather abnormal."
Didn't Alex know it.
James Madison and Aaron Burr were meant to be over for the four's occasional night of "fun." They had a track record of being a few minutes late, but this was absurd.
Alex had been annoyed when they still hadn't arrived 15 minutes after the hour, but now he was hungry and annoyed, the scent of their dinner—awaiting them in the kitchen—certainly no help.
Alex clapped his book shut with another pout and pressed his face into Jefferson's calf, who gently scratched his hair.
"I'm sure they'll arrive shortly." Though even Jefferson failed to hide his impatience, a slight firmness to his voice.
Just when Alex was ready to march into the kitchen and start dinner by himself, there was a knock at the door.
"That must be them," Thomas said. "Go let them in."
Alex didn't need to be told twice. He jumped up and raced for the door, opening it to reveal the highly anticipated Burr and Madison.
Although Alex was ready to fight them both in a hunger induced rage, he merely smiled tightly and shook their hands.
"Mr. Madison. Aaron Burr," he greeted them each.
"Hamilton." Madison managed to at least look apologetic. "Apologies for our lateness, we got a little…caught up." He offered an awkward grin as he rested a hand on Burr's lower back, who didn't seem as proud as his dom to hint at what had held them up for so long.
"Happens to the best of us." Alex ushered them in. "Come, Jefferson's in the living room."
Hamilton followed his guests the short distance, during which he noticed Burr walking rather peculiarly—stiff, as though it took effort to move as fluidly as Madison did. His mind spun with ideas of what had made the two late that would result in that. He made a mental note to confront Burr about it later.
"Madison!" Thomas greeted from the couch. "I'm never inviting you over again!"
"C'mon, don't be like that," Madison laughed. "We were only caught up is all."
"For an hour?"
"Is that right?" Madison pulled out his pocket watch to confirm he was, in fact, an hour late.
"Mr. Jefferson." Burr, who already knew it well enough, stepped forward to offer a handshake. "Terribly sorry for our lateness."
"An entire hour," Madison hummed. "Well, I can only hope it pays off."
"What do you mean?" Thomas scoffed. "What did you use our precious hour for?"
Alex was listening closely now, gripping the back of the couch. Burr and Madison exchanged glances, the former's more shy.
"That's for you to know later," Madison assured. Alex's grip tightened in frustration. "But I anticipate you'll be very pleased. It ties into my idea for tonight, which I also have a feeling you'll like."
Thomas raised an eyebrow, but let it go, as Madison usually had the more creative ideas of the two when it came to nights like these. "Very well, then." He turned to Alex. "Pour our guests some drinks. I'll be up in a moment."
"Yes, sir." Alex nodded and walked off.
He caught Burr's eyes as he walked by, the other man looking apprehensive yet eager, as though he were ready to vomit up all his thoughts.
Later, Alex told himself, no matter how bad he wanted to drag him into the kitchen. They'd talk later, before Madison decided he had the privilege of knowing.
Dinner was more Alex stuffing his face and chugging his wine than talking; all that waiting around had made him think he was never going to eat. Thomas spared him the usual verbal scolding and talk about manners, as he, too, seemed to be in a hurry to get his food down.
The group sat together in the living room after, Jefferson and Madison on the big couch before the fireplace—eyes on their subs more often than not—Burr and Hamilton on the smaller, adjacent chair.
They'd been sipping their wine, speaking with each other for the last hour or so. They weren't as close as their doms, best friends who could ramble about anything and everything. But they were automatically close in their own right seeing as they'd witnessed each other take cock on multiple occasions and could describe the taste and texture of each other's skin from memory.
Burr was just laughing at something Alex was saying when he shifted in his seat for the umpteenth time that night. Not in the usual way one casually adjusted their posture, but in a way that spoke of a different kind of discomfort. His companion was sitting perched on the cushion, a slight arch to his back. Like there was something uncomfortable he was trying to avoid in slouching the way Alex did. And he could no longer ignore it.
"Why don't you relax?" Alex prompted, having another sip of his drink. "You seem tense. The real party doesn't start for a while."
"I'm alright," Burr answered, to which Hamilton raised a brow. "I've…always preferred the edge of the seat."
Alex scoffed. "You're an awful liar."
Burr smirked, had a sip himself. "Fooling you wasn't my intention."
"You two couldn't resist a little night of your own before you arrived," Alex deduced.
"Something of the sort."
Alex thought he was going to leave it at that, just like Madison with his half answers and allusions. But Burr was gazing at Jefferson and Madison intently, and after a moment, he stood and motioned for Alex to follow him. They stood by the doorway to the dark foyer, which put them a little out of hearing range of their doms.
"I'm not supposed to tell you this." Burr was close enough that Alex could see where his drink stained his lips. "I'm plugged. The toy is larger than I'm used to, so I'm still adjusting."
"That's what took you an hour?" Alex scoffed, feeling a pang of disappointment. His dinner had been delayed a full hour, and Burr hadn't even been properly fucked for his troubles.
"It's the routine," Burr clarified. "For the last few months, Madison's been training me to take larger. He introduced a full set of toys—cost him a fortune. Almost everyday, he starts with the smallest, inserting them all up until the one I'm struggling to take, then I wear it for a few hours, repeat until I'm ready to size up." Burr bit his lip, looking off as though picturing the toys in question. "I haven't even reached the largest."
Alex's face warmed with the knowledge. It was all so meticulously extreme, yet so on brand for Madison—this plan, the set of toys, introduced for one purpose and one purpose only. And for some reason, now that Alex was privy to the fact they'd done their "routine" just before coming over…
"Why?" Alex asked. "Does he have a thing for gaping assholes?"
Burr snorted, had a sip of his drink. "Perhaps. But also…" He chanced a look at the men on the couch and turned back to Alex. "He's teased the idea before, of me taking two men at once. I'm sure that's what this is for, to prepare me."
Alex gulped, vaguely pictured it, Burr between Madison and some other man, each thrusting while he took them both with whiny moans. "And you? I mean…how do you feel about it?"
Burr looked off again, smiling slyly. "If that is his plan for tonight, and I do believe it is…it does sound impossible, intimidating, yet…" He met Alex's eyes. "I can't put the thought away, you know? I feel oddly…drawn to it, almost ready for it."
Alex was certainly drawn to it. Out of the two of them, Burr looked far prettier taking cock. Alex had been told he writhed like a madman, knew his own moans were more akin to screams, that sometimes, his eyes rolled so far back the irises disappeared. But Burr…he always looked so natural, in his element, even in such a position. His reactions were controlled, timid. Perhaps he'd look just the same being fucked with twice the force.
Perhaps it would break him.
"But tonight may not be the night," Burr reminded him. "It'll only happen if he gets you and Jefferson on board."
Alex nodded. "Well you can consider me-"
"Alex!" Thomas was motioning him over to the couch. "You come along too, Burr."
The men exchanged looks before following the call.
"Gentlemen," Madison greeted them casually.
"I trust you're well settled in by now?" Thomas prompted.
"Of course," Burr answered for the both of them.
More than settled in, the group appeared. Thomas was overly lax, slouching on the couch with his legs wide open, and Madison's eyes were lidded, this dumb, permanent little smile on his face. Alex's own cheeks were warm from the drink, and he struggled not to idly sway where he stood. Though there weren't any visual effects on Burr, his mouth had loosened over the course of the evening, laughter coming louder and more frequent.
"We propose a little game to start the night off," Thomas said.
"Nothing too serious," Madison added. "The stakes are low, but the reward may be monumental if you use it right."
This got Alex's attention. A low cost, high reward game? He exchanged looks of intrigue with Burr.
"What is it you propose?" Alex asked.
"It's quite simple," Madison prefaced, smile widening. "Your task is to get your respective dominants erect in less than five minutes."
Alex scoffed. Burr's shoulders sagged. For being the ideas guy, Madison really ought to think up more difficult-
"Without touching us," Thomas added.
"I'm sorry?" Burr blinked, as though trying to convince himself he'd heard wrong. But Alex didn't need to hear it again; it made sense the two cruelest men he knew got along so well.
"You each have five minutes to render us erect without touching us," Madison gladly repeated. "Fail, and you'll be made to tidy up the kitchen."
"And if we're victorious?" Alex pressed.
Madison and Jefferson exchanged sly glances.
"You each get one command," Jefferson said. "Only valid for tonight."
So this must've been what they were discussing while leering at Burr and Alex earlier. In any case, Alex couldn't see this ending in victory for either of them. He didn't think Thomas had ever gotten hard from the sight of anything alone, and he could only wish Burr good luck with Madison, who seemed all too confident in his own odds.
"What do you say?" Madison prompted.
Burr and Alex looked at each other again, Burr with a hint of worry in his eyes and Alex long having accepted his fate. They were doing this.
Alex cleared his throat. "We accept."
"Excellent." Madison's smile turned to a grin.
"Go on, then," Jefferson said. "Time starts now."
The two subs scrambled to the floor at once, getting as close as they could to their doms without touching them. Alex began stripping himself, figuring the act would give him a better shot at success. As his vest was coming off, he eyed the grandfather clock on the wall behind Thomas, already halfway into the first minute. He mentally cursed and tried to move faster.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Burr intensely sucking his own fingers, holding Madison's gaze with unyielding ferocity, his free hand traveling down his clothed torso.
Alex respected the approach. But would it be quick enough? He chanced a peak at Madison, who still seemed more smug than anything.
Nowhere near.
Alex was unbuttoning his shirt when he turned back to Jefferson, who yawned as he watched the thing come off. Hamilton leaned back to run his hands over his bare torso, teasing, before caressing his own chest and rubbing his nipples, groaning gently as little sparks of pleasure went straight to his cock.
Thomas shifted at the sight, and Alex silently cheered as he kept on, biting his lip, gently humping the air. Then he made the mistake of glimpsing the clock. Another minute had passed.
Alex looked at Burr, who was putting everything into being a tease, all for Madison to only sit smirking with his arms crossed. Thomas, surprisingly, was a little less cocky about it. And they had three minutes left, Alex with no clue how he was winning this.
But one thing was for certain: one, or possibly both, of them would be cleaning the kitchen.
Alex gave the scene another once over, shaking his head at the thought. He wanted out of this imminent loss. So, he clung to the first idea that came to mind, and pulled Burr in for a kiss.
Shocked, the man didn't accept it at first, but quickly relaxed, lips moving against Alex's. The latter groaned into it, giving it a few more seconds before pulling back to the shocked and intrigued faces of their doms.
"You didn't say we couldn't touch each other," Alex reasoned.
Jefferson and Madison exchanged looks and the latter nodded at them. "Carry on, then."
Alex turned back to Burr, who was pulling him in before he even had the chance to ask.
Quickly, the kiss intensified, the two moaning into it, grabbing at each other. Burr gripped Alex's hair and clawed at his back, Alex tugging at Burr's vest. They kissed and touched each other like they were making up for lost time. They were in a way—men on a mission.
But in the throes of their efficiency, Alex still found little things to enjoy, like the way Burr shuddered when Alex finally got his shirt halfway off, hands on bare skin, the way Burr curled his fingers in his hair—not possessive in the way Alex knew, shakily tight, Burr clinging to him—the taste of wine on his soft lips.
Burr's shirt came off fully, and Alex pulled back to look him over. The former was gasping, panting, lidded eyes like amber in the firelight. Alex's gaze fell over his bare torso, the rope burns on his arms and stomach, deep purple bruises dancing with his breaths.
They'd discussed the dirty details of their sex lives before, knew of their dom's various affinities. Alex knew Burr like to be tied up, and Madison couldn't go a day without marking him in some way. But it was always jarring to see the evidence.
Alex always found himself wanting to kiss Burr's rope burnt skin, but knew that was a privilege only reserved for Madison. So he settled for running his hand over it while he cradled Burr's head and kissed and sucked at his neck.
Burr groaned at the treatment, easing his head back to bar more of his flesh. Alex gently gnawed on the spot that got another moan out of Burr, sucking, taking the sensitive skin between his teeth.
"Alex," Burr gasped gently, to which Alex kept on, every little noise merely encouragement.
Alex trailed a hand down Burr's torso, the man shuddering violently at the contact, until he found his way into Burr's breeches.
"Alex!" Burr gasped, louder as Alex took his hard cock in hand, firmly tugging at the thing.
Burr was melting in his hands, Alex rubbing, kissing, and biting moans out of him. He forgot about the game for a moment, focusing on working the man in his grasp, devouring his every little moan and tremor.
Burr cursed under his breath as he gently humped into Alex's hand, who took it as an invitation to quicken his pace.
"Fuck me," Burr groaned, rolling his hips into Alex's grasp.
The latter pulled back, panting, still gently stroking Burr in his breeches. Burr's eyes were unfocused—glimmering in the firelight—lips swollen, a fresh bruise forming on his neck, rope burns all over his pretty skin.
He looked fuckable. The exact thought had never crossed Alex's mind—adjacent ones, like wanting to do what they were now. But never had he been overcome with such a desire to fuck him.
Was this how Thomas felt when Alex was kneeling before him—hair a mess, lips swollen and messy with drool—freshly face fucked? Was this the feeling that plagued him when he had that primal glint in his eye, like a predator cornering its prey?
Alex had to wonder. Because if so…
He pushed Burr down onto the floor, undoing his own breeches enough for his hard cock to pop out, the tip touching Burr's. The two groaned.
Alex would have something to attribute to what he was about to do.
He took their cocks in hand, rubbing them as he ground into his own grasp. Burr moaned.
"Alex." Burr wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Fuck," Alex groaned into Burr's neck, kissing and sucking as he humped him.
Not quite what Burr had requested, but it was pretty damn close. Everything was so hot down on the floor. The scent of burning firewood, the embrace they shared, their bodies entangled, the dizzying heat of their cocks pressed together.
Alex didn't understand how something could feel so right, was sure he'd forever be addicted to the little whine Burr whined when his cock twitched against Alex's. He couldn't stop his hips moving, almost felt as though his body were deciding for him, to chase the heady sensation, indulge in the heat.
"More," Burr grunted with an arch of his back.
Alex quickened his pace.
"Time," Madison called.
The men on the floor froze, panting in each other's arms, all sweaty and disoriented. Burr looked over first for the results, then Alex, who cracked a smile.
Madison and Jefferson were sat beside each other, tense and flustered, obvious tents in their breeches.
The subs exchanged knowing glances before gathering themselves.
For the moment, victory was theirs.
"If it wasn't obvious, you…won," Thomas huffed with a roll of his eyes, as though the very admission disgusted him.
Alex smiled. There it was.
"So." Madison cleared his throat. "What will it be?"
Between being so unsure about victory and getting distracted with Burr, Alex hadn't given much thought to his command. He didn't know how far he was willing to push Thomas tonight, how far Thomas would very well let him.
But Alex did know one thing: he'd lost his shirt trying to please his dom and it likely wouldn't come back on for the rest of the night. And Thomas was wearing too many clothes.
"I want everything from the waist up off," Alex ordered. "Quick."
Thomas snorted. "As you wish."
As Thomas got to work removing his coat, Alex caught Burr straddling Madison's thigh, rubbing his chest as he whispered in his ear—his command, Alex wished he could've heard it. He wanted to know what could possibly warrant Madison's wide eyes as Burr pulled back, the nod and look of understanding between the two before Burr dipped his head back down and connected their lips.
Thomas pulled his final upper layer off and snapped his fingers to get Alex's attention.
"Now it's my turn," Jefferson said, as though it wasn't always his turn. "Come here."
Still, Alex eagerly straddled him, Thomas giving him a hungry once over before his lips were on Alex's.
The kiss was hungry, sloppy, with all the possessiveness Alex was accustomed to. The only thing rougher than Thomas' tongue were his hands, grabbing at his sub's hair, pulling him closer by his waist. Alex moaned into it, rolling his hips against Jefferson's, grinding their bulges together. Thomas tightened his grip on his hair. Hamilton deepened the kiss with a groan.
The living room was nothing but the sounds of the men's foreplay as they got lost in each other. Thomas pulled back to suck and bite at Alex's neck, whose head lolled with another moan.
Alex—eyes lidded, still humping Thomas—his gaze fell upon Burr and Madison, the latter completely topless on top of Burr, grinding against him. Burr's moans were delectably needy, and Alex couldn't hold in his own moan when he noticed Burr's back arch.
The four continued to ravish each other on the couch until the need for air tore them apart. The couples eyed each other hungrily, Madison and Jefferson with less clothes than they'd started with and Burr and Hamilton with a few more marks on their necks.
Alex could hear what wasn't being said as the quiet wore on, silent understanding in each of their fire lit eyes.
It was here—the real party had begun.
"Think we've stalled long enough, Thomas?" Madison asked with a smirk.
Thomas nodded. "I'm ready to see how this thing plays out."
Madison nodded, and Alex could only wish he knew what they'd discussed earlier.
"We'd like you to start things off by servicing us," Madison spoke, rubbing Burr's shoulder and looking at Alex.
Thomas rubbed Alex's thigh. "But you'll switch."
Alex looked at his dom quizzically, then at Madison, then at Burr, who was looking anxiously at Thomas. But there had been no mistake. Alex would've thought Madison too possessive for such a thing, but then again, he was training Burr to take two cocks at once, one of which couldn't possibly be his own.
"Y-Yes, sir," Alex looked between Jefferson and Madison, not sure who he should be addressing at the moment.
"Yes, sir." Burr echoed him, his eyes darting between the doms.
Burr and Hamilton got into position, settling on their knees beside each other—Alex before Madison and Burr before Jefferson. Alex hastily undid Madison's breeches while Burr took his sweet time, kissing at Thomas' bulge and rubbing his thighs, drawing hungry sighs out of him.
Hamilton couldn't make himself wait, hungry for a cock in his mouth, no matter whose, so he took it out on Madison, barely sparing him a few strokes before taking him into his mouth. It got a groan out of Madison, who experimentally gripped Alex's hair.
"Get on with it, you little tease," Jefferson grumbled beside them, though he couldn't help rolling his hips against the warm lips teasing him over his breeches.
Mercifully, Burr complied, undoing Thomas' breeches and giving his hard cock a few strokes. Thomas grunted.
Alex carried on with his hurried pace, Madison praising and encouraging him, rolling his hips into his mouth.
"So good for me," Madison grunted, cock throbbing in Alex's mouth. "Keep going- good, just like that, you're taking me so well."
Burr must've had an affinity for such language. Alex was more used to Thomas tearing him down, ensuring he knew his place was on the floor and his mouth was good for nothing more than servicing him. Alex got off on it more than anything, but Madison's gentle words were a nice change.
Hamilton took Madison into his throat until he gagged, then pulled completely off with ragged breaths, stroking him roughly. Madison's eyes were wide, lips parted with shock and hunger.
"What?" Alex scoffed. "You've never been deep throated before?"
Madison didn't respond, instead easing Alex's head back down with a flustered look. But Alex had his answer. He was going to have so much fun with him.
As Alex gingerly worked Madison's cock in and out of his mouth, preparing to take it in his throat again, he chanced a look at Burr and Jefferson.
"Teach you not to be such a damn tease." Thomas held Burr's head in place, the latter's cheeks bulging, gagging, nose buried in the hair that peeked out of Thomas' breeches. When he finally released the poor man, Burr was coughing, panting, eyes unfocused, mouth messy with drool. "Now get back to it. Don't make me repeat myself, slut."
"Yes, sir." There was a hint of a moan in the words as Burr dipped his head back down, and Jefferson cradled his head.
The sight made Alex both unreasonably horny and infuriatingly jealous. He channeled both into sucking Madison's cock, who showed his appreciation with throaty moans and more praise.
Alex didn't know how much longer things went on that way, him swallowing Madison whole while Burr was trying desperately to make it up to Jefferson for his earlier teasing. It must've worked because the latter soon struggled to speak, a flood of indecent noises spilling from his throat in place of words.
Alex was surprised Madison still possessed the restraint to force him off.
Hamilton sat back on his haunches, gasping and panting as Madison did, his cock throbbing between them. The others followed shortly after, everyone exchanging looks as they caught up with their breaths.
Madison leaned over and whispered something to Thomas who nodded lazily, still a little dazed from Burr's performance. Alex strained to hear what he was saying, but Madison pulled away before he could make anything out.
"Why don't we take this upstairs?" Jefferson suggested.
Hamilton looked at Burr, who, there was absolutely no mistaking the excitement in those fire lit eyes.
It would seem Burr had predicted right.
On Thomas' king sized bed, Burr laid on his back while Madison helped remove his breeches. Jefferson sat close, watching, while Alex sat on his knee, his dom anxiously rubbing his thigh.
Burr shuddered when he was fully bare, the last of his clothing having been tossed to the floor.
"Go on," Madison urged gently, rubbing Burr's thigh. "Show them what we've been working on."
Burr nodded, turning his lower body toward the others and spreading his legs, revealing the base of a phallus the size of Hamilton's fist.
"I haven't even reached the largest."
Alex was at once impressed, envious, and worried for Burr's poor ass.
"My God…" Thomas breathed.
"This is the progress I spoke of." Madison was speaking only to Jefferson, because he most certainly hadn't told Alex. "Months of discipline…" He nudged the base in and out of Burr ever so slightly, who shifted at the teasing. "All in preparation for tonight." He looked back at Thomas. "Still interested? Or having second thoughts?"
"Very interested," Thomas confessed. "How will this work? He can take two, right? There's three of us."
"Hamilton may use his mouth."
Hamilton looked between the doms, not having expected acknowledgement.
"Sorry," Madison said, this time to Alex. "I assumed Burr already told you. I didn't trust nor fully expect him not to spoil the surprise."
Burr averted his gaze from the others, not having expected to be acknowledged either.
"He did," Hamilton assured Madison.
"And are you on board with the idea?" Madison asked. "Sharing him?"
Alex looked at Burr, who was now hungrily eying him, and Alex only saw the fire from earlier.
"Fuck me," Burr groaned, rolling his hips into Alex's grasp.
The latter pulled back, panting, still gently stroking Burr in his breeches. Burr's eyes were unfocused—glimmering in the firelight—lips swollen, a fresh bruise forming on his neck, rope burns all over his pretty skin.
"I am," Alex breathed.
"Good." Madison nodded, turned back to teasing Burr. "Of course, if we can't manage the arrangement, I have a few other positions in mind."
Thomas gripped Alex's thigh.
Madison, tired of his own teasing, finally began to remove the phallus.
Burr shuddered, gnawing his lip as Madison gently worked it out of him. The girth of the porcelain thing wasn't much less than that of the base. The length, however, seemed never to end.
The longer Madison went on pulling it out, the wider Hamilton's eyes grew, the tighter Jefferson's grip on his thigh, until the tip popped out, and Burr groaned at the emptiness.
"What- how…?" Thomas was looking on in pure intrigue now.
Alex wasn't sure where to look: Burr's hole, unnaturally agape, or the monster of a phallus Madison had just pulled out of him.
"It may not appear so," Madison began. "But I assure you, he's almost where he needs to be to comfortably take two men."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Thomas prompted breathlessly.
"That's a good question," Madison said, thumbing at Burr's inner thigh, looking expectantly between the subs. "What are we waiting for?"
Alex looked at Madison, then Burr, still looking helplessly needy, gnawing his lip. Thomas gently clutched his arm, and Alex gulped, the entire prospect of this making him curious and needy as well. Madison met his eyes again, knowing, taunting.
Give in if you dare.
The only thing they were waiting for, Alex supposed, was his and Burr's compliance.
It was one thing to imagine it, but to witness it was almost too much.
The four were fully bare on Thomas' bed, Hamilton and Madison watching intently as Burr mounted Jefferson, facing away from him. With that thing that had been in his ass all night (Alex would not soon forget the discarded phallus on the floor with their clothes), it was no surprise he took him with no struggle, only Thomas' guiding hand on his hip to steady him.
Burr let out a breath and looked at Madison and Hamilton. His brows furrowed with anxiety, uncertain as he assessed the expectant men. But there was no mistaking the glimmer of hunger in his gaze as well, the way he licked his lips as he awaited what came next.
"Are you quite ready?" Madison asked.
Burr nodded. "Yes, sir."
Madison looked back at Hamilton, then Jefferson, each nodding when they met his gaze. "Then let us begin."
Madison positioned himself in front of Burr while Alex sat awkwardly against the headboard, not quite sure what to do with himself.
"Tell me if you need me to stop," Madison offered, pouring oil in his hand and stroking himself to full hardness.
Burr nodded.
Madison was kissing him as he teased at his already full hole, going until Burr was sighing, wasn't so tense anymore, slouching against Thomas, who was purposefully looking anywhere but.
Burr pulled back from the kiss with a gasp, sucking his teeth as he gripped Alex's forearm. So that's what he was here for.
He hadn't even noticed Madison pushing himself in, too distracted by how pretty Burr's marked neck and rope burnt skin looked under the candlelight. Thomas had known—he was rubbing Burr's shoulder in solidarity.
"Are you alright?" Madison stilled, not even halfway in, eyes serious.
Burr nodded quickly. "Keep going."
Madison searched his face for a moment before complying, one hand on Burr's waist as he continued to push himself in. Burr shut his eyes, grunting as his nails dug into Alex's arm.
Burr took it as well as he could until Madison was nearly in, during which he let out a cry of pain, and Madison stopped again.
"Keep going until you're all the way in," Burr ordered, blinking back tears.
"I'm hurting you," Madison protested.
"Do it," Burr said. "The stops only make it more laborious."
Hamilton could pinpoint the exact moment Madison was fully sheathed, when something akin to a shriek tore from Burr's throat, and Alex feared he'd have nail marks on his arm for a week. Both Burr and Madison were panting, Burr more so.
Well, Burr was doing more than that, gripped Alex's arm and the sheets, gaze fixed on the ceiling, lips trembling, face shiny with sweat, his entire frame shaky.
It took long moments, a few more kisses from Madison, quiet praise and encouragement from the others until Burr let go of Alex's arm and took in a shaky breath.
"Alright." Burr gulped. "I-I'm ready for you all."
Madison nodded and gave Burr another kiss. "Hamilton, you may stand now."
"Yes, sir." Alex climbed to his feet, steadying himself against the headboard.
Burr only looked at him briefly before Madison began to move.
The first few thrusts, agonizingly slow, drew gasps from Burr's throat, eyes shiny with tears, grip tight on the bedsheets. It wasn't until the first few had gone by that Thomas began to move himself, holding Burr by the waist as he ground into him.
Burr let out a cry with a sharp arch of his back.
"Good," Madison grunted into his neck. "You're doing so good for us."
Though Burr looked closer to tapping out than he had earlier, to Hamilton's surprise, he reached up to stroke him with a shaky hand. Alex's breath hitched, Burr giving him those distressed, yet deeply hungry eyes. His lips were still trembling trying to hold himself together, body writhing with overwhelming fullness. And still, hungry for more, he took Alex's cock in his mouth.
"Fuck…" Alex groaned, cradling Burr's head as he did what he could with his shaky mouth. Thomas cursed under his breath as he caught sight of the act.
"Good boy." Madison deepened his thrusts, to which Burr moaned around Alex's cock. "Put that pretty mouth to work."
"Burr…" Alex's mouth fell open as Burr moaned around him again, the vibrations nothing short of intoxicating.
"Like…" Thomas grunted, grip tightening on Burr's waist. "Being so full of us?"
Burr only moaned in response, sucked Alex a little harder, who eased his head back against the wood.
Madison was moaning into Burr's neck, kissing and sucking at the already marked skin. Burr was trembling, tears toiling down his face, and yet, he looked unfairly pretty taking Madison and Jefferson at once, mouth full, lips looking ethereal wrapped around Hamilton's shaft.
"Of course you'd enjoy taking three men at once," Jefferson scoffed. "Damn slut, late because you were preparing for us, sitting through dinner like you weren't plugged."
Burr moaned, muffled, and Alex rolled his hips into his mouth.
Madison had quickened his pace, switched to biting at Burr's neck, whose back arched at the treatment. Thomas buried his face in Burr's nape with a low moan.
"Such a…" Thomas grunted. "Tight fit." He gave an extra hard thrust, to which Burr yelped. "I can feel it, you can barely handle us, huh? But you're still pushing yourself like the cock-hungry whore you are."
Burr moaned, and Alex couldn't take it anymore, moaning himself as he began gently fucking into Burr's mouth.
Thomas' grip tightened on Burr's waist. "How does it feel?" He demanded through pants. "Being nothing more than a set of holes for our use?" Burr's back arched with a muffled moan and Jefferson bit out a laugh. "Of course, I expected nothing more."
Madison had moved on to marking Burr's chest, stroking his neglected, leaky cock at the same pace he fucked him. Burr's eyes rolled back as he moaned around Hamilton's cock, and the latter had to pull out to keep from losing control.
While Hamilton caught his breath, Burr threw his head back with loud, lewd moans, eyes shut as Thomas quickened his pace.
"R-Right there," Burr pleaded. "Fuck me, I'm so full-" Madison took one of his nipples in his mouth and a pleasured cry ripped from Burr's throat, back arching into it. "Yes! God, yes!"
"Take it, just like that, slut," Thomas grunted with an extra hard thrust, as though fucking his words into Burr, who could only moan again.
Hamilton stroked himself idly as he watched, the mere sight almost too much, unable to decide who he was more jealous of. Jefferson and Madison, who got to share Burr's perfect ass, or Burr himself, who looked overwhelmed and yet so in his element taking them both.
Burr moaned loudly again, more pleas as Madison quickened the pace on his shaft and moved on to the other nipple, and Thomas grunted another degrading remark in his ear. Alex's cock throbbed, and he let out a quiet moan himself.
"Say our names," Jefferson demanded. "Tell the world who's got you so full you can't think of anything besides cock."
Burr gulped. "M-Madison-" He whined, grip tightening on the bedsheets.
"And?" Thomas panted. "Go on."
"J…" Burr's voice shook as he rolled his hips into Madison's hand. "Jefferson!"
Jefferson moaned at the sound of his name coming off those swollen, trembling lips. "Damn right," he grunted with another rough thrust. "Now put that pretty mouth back to work."
Burr didn't spare a second thought to the command. He turned his head, and Hamilton guided him back onto his cock. Alex moaned as Burr worked him with his tongue. The sight of those lips already had him grinding into his mouth, gripping Burr's head.
"Fuck, that's good," Alex sighed as Burr moaned around him. "Your mouth is so good-" He cut himself off when his tip hit the back of his throat, and Burr gagged, saliva flooding down the shaft and tears beading in his lidded eyes. Alex swore at the sight, cock throbbing when Burr choked again. "Fuck, take it," Hamilton groaned, quickening he pace of his hips. "So pretty when you gag."
The four went on like that, fucking each other roughly, losing themselves to the dizzying heat in their loins, their bodies having been teased to hell and back all evening.
Madison rarely came up for air, obsessed with marking every inch of his sub's skin, Jefferson seemed to never run out of filth to growl down Burr's neck, and Hamilton was soon rendered unable to speak, clutching Burr's head for dear life, his own resting against the headboard, lips parted with nothing more than desperately needy moans. Jefferson was eventually a victim of such too, could do nothing but moan into Burr's neck as he fucked him. Then there was Burr, trembling as he took them all at once, looking exhausted yet so extremely turned on.
Burr's moans, though still very much muffled, were getting louder, his grinding into Madison's hand more aggressive. Alex didn't notice the change until the former was coming into his dom's hand, eyes rolled back, moaning uncontrollably around Alex's cock.
It set off nothing short of a chain reaction.
First, there was Hamilton, whom the sight—the feeling of Burr moaning around him, taking him down his throat as he came undone—already had him on edge.
"Fuck, I'm close," Hamilton grunted, tightening his grip on Burr's head. "It's too good, your mouth is too-" He cut himself off with a moan, hips stilling as he came down Burr's throat with one final thrust, the latter promptly drinking it all.
Jefferson followed soon after, burying his cock inside Burr with a guttural moan, then Madison with a relieved grunt.
Hamilton dropped to his knees in exhaustion, joining the others, resting his head on Jefferson's shoulder. Burr had slumped back against Jefferson, and Madison buried his face in Burr's shoulder. They all panted harshly.
The four only sat that way for a while, panting, slumped against each other, exchanging glances as though questioning the past half hour.
"Why don't we all…" Madison could still hardly talk. "Lie down?"
The proposal was met with murmurs of agreement.
It was more comfortable under the covers with the candles blown out. The four were still bare, still bone tired, but they were warm, and comfortable, and it was all they sought at the moment.
Hamilton was warm and comfortable, at least, Jefferson's arm around him, and Burr's head on his chest, Madison hugging his sub from behind. It was almost as euphoric as when he'd come in Burr's mouth earlier, laying in what could only be described as a puddle, their collective body heat reducing Alex to yawns and heavy eyes.
"I don't know about you all," Madison yawned, "But I would say tonight was a success."
"We needed more wine," Thomas sniffed.
"I'll bring an extra bottle next time."
"The secretiveness around your plan felt unnecessary," Hamilton slurred, already halfway asleep.
"Only because Burr spoiled it," Madison concurred, though his tone was gentle, playful.
"I felt as though I would burst with the knowledge," Burr confessed softly.
"It's quite alright," Madison assured with a sigh. "Everything worked out."
Not all of their nights ended this way, the four of them cuddled up in Jefferson's bed, talking among themselves until they dozed. Some nights it was the living room floor—others, one of the dom's offices. But tonight had ended here, the heady energy of it all still in the air, mellow as their scratchy voices.
Not a typical ending, but a welcome one, no less. And just like its peculiar conclusion, tonight would surely be one for the books.