It's impossible not to notice now - he is definitely stirring out of sleep, slowly but surely, his soft groans turning into louder, lewder moans. Maybe it's the sensation of thrusting into her hand, or maybe it's the sounds she's started to make, the way she's moving in time with him.
Maybe it's something Else that he doesn't quite understand yet.
Whatever the case may be, he groans one last loud, desperate groan before his movements briefly cease, his gasps of lust giving way to a gasp of...surprise. His tail stills, dangerously close to sensitive territory between her legs but not QUITE there.
"A-ah - ah - S-Seras-?"
He twitches guiltily in her grasp, hips giving an uncontrollable little rock that makes him suck a breath over his fangs. His eyes are wide, stunned, and...softly, softly glowing. His tone isn't frightened, it's...different. It's something new.
Alfred swallows hard.
"Mein gott, I - wh-what's - what's going on-?"
It would be more distressing to him, perhaps, if it weren't taking every ounce of self-control he has not to thrust desperately into her grip...and more than that, not to react to a scent he's catching off of her that he must, MUST be imagining.
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Date: 2022-08-09 03:32 am (UTC)Maybe it's something Else that he doesn't quite understand yet.
Whatever the case may be, he groans one last loud, desperate groan before his movements briefly cease, his gasps of lust giving way to a gasp of...surprise. His tail stills, dangerously close to sensitive territory between her legs but not QUITE there.
"A-ah - ah - S-Seras-?"
He twitches guiltily in her grasp, hips giving an uncontrollable little rock that makes him suck a breath over his fangs. His eyes are wide, stunned, and...softly, softly glowing. His tone isn't frightened, it's...different. It's something new.
Alfred swallows hard.
"Mein gott, I - wh-what's - what's going on-?"
It would be more distressing to him, perhaps, if it weren't taking every ounce of self-control he has not to thrust desperately into her grip...and more than that, not to react to a scent he's catching off of her that he must, MUST be imagining.