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"So I'm to have lovely flowers all over my sleeve instead of bloodstains? How marvelous." His stitches this time are a little smaller, a little neater, a little more even. Not perfect by any means, but moving towards improvement.
If that's what he wants, it's evident that's what he's going to get - something different is blooming in the young man, the more he lets himself go.
A playful little twinkle flashes in his eyes at the insinuation...he could be obedient here, as is his usual way, but...hm. Something about all this is making him feel a little bold.
"Okay," softly, sweetly...but a little sly. He teases the opening just a little with the second finger...before reaching over with his free hand to wrap his long, callused fingers around his lover's cock.
'Patience, Engel...patience.' He only thinks the words, what he thinks is a private joke, a stray thought to spur him on, but of course Herbert can hear, the tone dark, commanding in a way he can't quite be out loud.
A playful little twinkle flashes in his eyes at the insinuation...he could be obedient here, as is his usual way, but...hm. Something about all this is making him feel a little bold.
"Okay," softly, sweetly...but a little sly. He teases the opening just a little with the second finger...before reaching over with his free hand to wrap his long, callused fingers around his lover's cock.
'Patience, Engel...patience.' He only thinks the words, what he thinks is a private joke, a stray thought to spur him on, but of course Herbert can hear, the tone dark, commanding in a way he can't quite be out loud.
"Exactly. I...I think flowers suit you much better."
A little timid, but sweetly said - he keeps an eye on Herbert's stitching without staring, smiling when he marks the improvement. He's clearly very pleased, his expression bright and warm.
"...This is...really nice."
A little timid, but sweetly said - he keeps an eye on Herbert's stitching without staring, smiling when he marks the improvement. He's clearly very pleased, his expression bright and warm.
"...This is...really nice."
"Patience," he grumbles, inhaling through his teeth as that second finger just barely brushes against his entrance. And then, oh god, Alfred has a hand around him and Herbert is torn between wanting to thrust into his fist or grind down against his hand.
"I'll have you know," Herbert says, biting at his lip. "That I am using every ounce of self control I have to stay still right now."
"I'll have you know," Herbert says, biting at his lip. "That I am using every ounce of self control I have to stay still right now."
Okay, that...that makes him look to Herbert's face in confusion and surprise. He did not say that out loud, he's certain of that. So how could he have reacted?
Maybe it's...coincidence, somehow. For now, his attentions are elsewhere, and he opts to let it go.
"Good," he manages, that strong, dark tone from his thoughts only a shadow in his spoken word. That's all he can say, unsure about saying more. But in his head....
'Your turn to be the good boy, Herbert.'
Finally that second finger presses in, stretching him further. He's going to need to be well relaxed to take Alfred anyhow. The hand wrapped around Herbert's shaft moves just a little, pumping once or twice, slow and teasing.
But his hand is shaking. His own restraint is starting to slip.
Maybe it's...coincidence, somehow. For now, his attentions are elsewhere, and he opts to let it go.
"Good," he manages, that strong, dark tone from his thoughts only a shadow in his spoken word. That's all he can say, unsure about saying more. But in his head....
'Your turn to be the good boy, Herbert.'
Finally that second finger presses in, stretching him further. He's going to need to be well relaxed to take Alfred anyhow. The hand wrapped around Herbert's shaft moves just a little, pumping once or twice, slow and teasing.
But his hand is shaking. His own restraint is starting to slip.
Edited 2021-12-23 09:09 (UTC)
Your turn to be the good boy oh lord he's not going to survive this, is he? Oh dear oh dear. Not when Alfred is broadcasting thoughts like that, a little dark and much more dominant than Herbert would have thought but oh oh oh he likes it.
He mewls happily when Alfred pushes a second finger into him, his toes curling in delight. "Oh you're splendid, my love." He drags his nails over Alfred's back, down to grip and squeeze his delightfully round ass.
He mewls happily when Alfred pushes a second finger into him, his toes curling in delight. "Oh you're splendid, my love." He drags his nails over Alfred's back, down to grip and squeeze his delightfully round ass.
Perhaps if Alfred realized he had an audience for his thoughts, he would be a little more flustered - but all he knows is that thinking that way is making him feel good, strong...and Herbert is definitely enjoying himself, so he must be doing something right.
The fingers inside Herbert twist and dance together, his pace quickening just a little with growing impatience. His other hand leaves his lover's cock in favor of sliding up his body as he leans up, giving better access to Herbert grabbing him.
In this position, he can resume kissing and lapping at his neck and shoulders, hips twitching as he can't quite keep himself from grinding against the pale skin of Herbert's hip.
Once again, he can't manage words, only a low moan and a keening whine at the feeling of nails on his skin. Another powerful wave of pure need rolls off him like thunder, and only two words echo in his mind, an intrusive thought that makes him visibly shudder, eyes a bit dark:
'You're MINE.'
The fingers inside Herbert twist and dance together, his pace quickening just a little with growing impatience. His other hand leaves his lover's cock in favor of sliding up his body as he leans up, giving better access to Herbert grabbing him.
In this position, he can resume kissing and lapping at his neck and shoulders, hips twitching as he can't quite keep himself from grinding against the pale skin of Herbert's hip.
Once again, he can't manage words, only a low moan and a keening whine at the feeling of nails on his skin. Another powerful wave of pure need rolls off him like thunder, and only two words echo in his mind, an intrusive thought that makes him visibly shudder, eyes a bit dark:
'You're MINE.'
He feels completely overstimulated in the best way. The way Alfred's cock is rubbing against his hip, the twist and thrust of his fingers inside him, the overwhelming feelings of lust and want rolling off of Alfred, washing over him like a tidal wave. It only heightens his own need, his own desire for this gorgeous boy on top of him and he presses his fingers harder into Alfred's flesh in a way that might leave bruises if he didn't heal so quickly.
"Yours, all yours," he agrees breathlessly and tips his head back to offer up more of his neck. "Oh my love, you're driving me wild. I need you -- a third finger, please. So I'm ready to take all of you."
"Yours, all yours," he agrees breathlessly and tips his head back to offer up more of his neck. "Oh my love, you're driving me wild. I need you -- a third finger, please. So I'm ready to take all of you."
Alfred arches his back into the press of Herbert's fingers - responding with a pleased hiss at the pressure. He had never thought himself the type to like a little pain in this context, but...well, theory versus practice.
...Okay, maybe it's not coincidence. Can Herbert read minds? Is that what's happening? Is it because of their connection, the fact that they are being intimate?
Whatever it is, hearing those words - it makes Alfred moan loudly against his lover's throat, his fangs skating lightly over his skin. The request is met aloud with just a soft "Mhmm," but....
'Since you asked so nicely.... In goes the third finger, smoothly gliding into the rhythm he's worked up. Just a bit more gentle stretching...soon.
...Okay, maybe it's not coincidence. Can Herbert read minds? Is that what's happening? Is it because of their connection, the fact that they are being intimate?
Whatever it is, hearing those words - it makes Alfred moan loudly against his lover's throat, his fangs skating lightly over his skin. The request is met aloud with just a soft "Mhmm," but....
'Since you asked so nicely.... In goes the third finger, smoothly gliding into the rhythm he's worked up. Just a bit more gentle stretching...soon.
Herbert is whimpering softly with each thrust of Alfred's fingers by now, his heels digging into the mattress as he does his best to be good for Alfred, to hold still and just take it.
The feeling of Alfred's fangs against his throat makes him groan and he grips Alfred's hips hard, pushing down against his hand just a little because he can't, he can't keep still which Alfred is doing everything just right.
Oh, oh if he -- "Do me a favour, my love? Curl your fingers just a little and press up."
The feeling of Alfred's fangs against his throat makes him groan and he grips Alfred's hips hard, pushing down against his hand just a little because he can't, he can't keep still which Alfred is doing everything just right.
Oh, oh if he -- "Do me a favour, my love? Curl your fingers just a little and press up."
"It is, isn't it? I like just sitting here with you. Learning new things, and then just -- spending time with you. I could happily spend hours with you just sitting and being quiet. I've never been able to do that with anyone, before."
The grip on his hips, the sound of Herbert whimpering, the way he starts to grind down into his hand... it's overwhelming to Alfred, too, who can't keep his hips still, either. He finds himself tempted by the pale skin at Herbert's throat, but...hm.
Would that be crossing a line? Maybe not yet.
The request catches him a little off-guard, though, and he furrows his brows in a soft, confused way. It is still Alfred, after all, still new to all this, and certainly new to how to pleasure a man like this.
So, obediently, he does as he is asked, pressing in on the next stroke just the way Herbert described.
Would that be crossing a line? Maybe not yet.
The request catches him a little off-guard, though, and he furrows his brows in a soft, confused way. It is still Alfred, after all, still new to all this, and certainly new to how to pleasure a man like this.
So, obediently, he does as he is asked, pressing in on the next stroke just the way Herbert described.
"...Really?"
That sentiment makes Alfred feel warmer than the fire does. Attraction is one thing, but those little comments assuring Alfred that Herbert is enjoying being there with him?
That is worth its weight in gold to him. Especially when it's coming from someone who has been around for as long as Herbert has.
That sentiment makes Alfred feel warmer than the fire does. Attraction is one thing, but those little comments assuring Alfred that Herbert is enjoying being there with him?
That is worth its weight in gold to him. Especially when it's coming from someone who has been around for as long as Herbert has.
"Truly. Usually I need to be doing something, but... you make me feel calm." He's always had sort of a nervous energy. Always needing to run around. Be out hunting, be moving somehow. But Alfred's presence just... quiets him. Lessens the need to be active somehow.
"Oh."
Alfred doesn't really know what to say to that at first - he smiles, quietly, a little tearily.
And then?
"...Well, they do say the sun makes some people sleepy."
A joke.
He's finally comfortable enough to make jokes, to laugh.
Maybe he really is home.
Alfred doesn't really know what to say to that at first - he smiles, quietly, a little tearily.
And then?
"...Well, they do say the sun makes some people sleepy."
A joke.
He's finally comfortable enough to make jokes, to laugh.
Maybe he really is home.
"And the moon makes people go wild. Maybe that's why we suit each other so well," he teases in return, reaching over to touch Alfred's knee lightly.
It's good. It's comfortable. He hasn't felt comfortable in quite some time.
It's good. It's comfortable. He hasn't felt comfortable in quite some time.
This makes Alfred giggle - and just a little bit, he presses his leg into the touch.
"Maybe. At least, it might be a factor."
It IS comfortable, and that surprises the boy. Being UNcomfortable is something of a default state....
And yet, here he is.
Reaching out on impulse, he hooks his hand under Herbert's calf, pulling gently - lifting up his work to hint that the vampire can swing his legs across Alfred's lap, if he likes.
Inviting him closer, bit by bit.
Showing he is comfortable, instead of just saying so.
"Maybe. At least, it might be a factor."
It IS comfortable, and that surprises the boy. Being UNcomfortable is something of a default state....
And yet, here he is.
Reaching out on impulse, he hooks his hand under Herbert's calf, pulling gently - lifting up his work to hint that the vampire can swing his legs across Alfred's lap, if he likes.
Inviting him closer, bit by bit.
Showing he is comfortable, instead of just saying so.
"Well, if you insist." He sets his sewing aside and stretches out with his legs in Alfred's lap, lounging back against the arm of the sofa.
"I can't wait to see the shirt when it's done. It looks lovely so far. I like that thread you're using."
"I can't wait to see the shirt when it's done. It looks lovely so far. I like that thread you're using."
"Oh yes," he moans, his grip tightening on Alfred's hips, fingers clutching at him. He's hit the exact right spot that has Herbert gasping and rocking his hips helplessly.
"It's perfect. You're perfect. My beautiful boy -- "
He reaches up to cup his hands over Alfred's jaw and kisses him deeply, passionately. Wantonly. Trying to show him how good Alfred is making him feel.
"It's perfect. You're perfect. My beautiful boy -- "
He reaches up to cup his hands over Alfred's jaw and kisses him deeply, passionately. Wantonly. Trying to show him how good Alfred is making him feel.
Alfred makes a pleased little noise when Herbert cozies up, resting his arms and his work in the other man's lap and smiling fondly.
This really is nice.
"I'm glad - that you like it, I mean. I thought this color red would help fill in over the stains...and then I can go with with some greens for leaves. Make it really vibrant."
This really is nice.
"I'm glad - that you like it, I mean. I thought this color red would help fill in over the stains...and then I can go with with some greens for leaves. Make it really vibrant."
Oh.
OH.
Alfred moans into the kiss, the movement of Herbert's hips to buck into his hand causing extra friction against his own cock. Forcefully, he presses his tongue in against the other man's, insistent and strong, as if he can't get enough of him.
He keeps pressing in on that spot, twisting his fingers...but his hand is shaking, twitching. Against his lover's mouth, Alfred GROWLS.
'I can't wait any more. I love you. I need you. I need to be closer. I need you NOW.'
His legs shift, and he starts to position himself between Herbert's legs...ready to take what he wants, NEEDS -
But there is still anxiety there, just enough to stay him until told otherwise.
OH.
Alfred moans into the kiss, the movement of Herbert's hips to buck into his hand causing extra friction against his own cock. Forcefully, he presses his tongue in against the other man's, insistent and strong, as if he can't get enough of him.
He keeps pressing in on that spot, twisting his fingers...but his hand is shaking, twitching. Against his lover's mouth, Alfred GROWLS.
'I can't wait any more. I love you. I need you. I need to be closer. I need you NOW.'
His legs shift, and he starts to position himself between Herbert's legs...ready to take what he wants, NEEDS -
But there is still anxiety there, just enough to stay him until told otherwise.
"Oh, yes, please," he purrs, tugging at Alfred's hips a little to encourage him to move forward. To make that one final push inside him.
He loves how -- dominant Alfred seems to be. Even if he can't speak the words out loud just yet, his thoughts are delightfully forceful. Hopefully, someday, Herbert will be able to encourage him to ask for what he wants out loud, but for now he'll settle for overhearing them.
He loves how -- dominant Alfred seems to be. Even if he can't speak the words out loud just yet, his thoughts are delightfully forceful. Hopefully, someday, Herbert will be able to encourage him to ask for what he wants out loud, but for now he'll settle for overhearing them.
That tug, that plea - that's all the encouragement Alfred needs. He's a little nervous about this part, but at this point he's more lost in his desire than he is afraid of doing poorly...and so he pulls his fingers out of Herbert, reaching out to fetch a little more oil. He slicks himself down with a little groan, positions the head at Herbert's entrance....
And then erupts in a sudden, LOUD moan as he slowly presses himself inside his lover, inch by inch until they are skin to skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt, tight, close, overwhelming - his whole body trembles as he takes a moment to lay still atop Herbert, trying to get used to it.
That dominance, that possessiveness - it's surprising to Alfred, but it feels... empowering. Another wave of lust roils from within him, need, pleasure...but as he looks into Herbert's eyes, there is also something burning bright as the sun.
Love.
This isn't just sex to Alfred. In the end, the purpose of this is to make love.
And then erupts in a sudden, LOUD moan as he slowly presses himself inside his lover, inch by inch until they are skin to skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt, tight, close, overwhelming - his whole body trembles as he takes a moment to lay still atop Herbert, trying to get used to it.
That dominance, that possessiveness - it's surprising to Alfred, but it feels... empowering. Another wave of lust roils from within him, need, pleasure...but as he looks into Herbert's eyes, there is also something burning bright as the sun.
Love.
This isn't just sex to Alfred. In the end, the purpose of this is to make love.
Oh, that feeling is unparalleled. Especially with someone of Alfred's... stature. The feeling of being filled so completely, stretched so perfectly around his lover, the feeling of the weight of Alfred's body on top of him as he settles and adjusts to all those new senseations.
And then, oh that look that Alfred gives him. So soft, so adoring. Herbert smiles and strokes his cheek tenderly, leaning up for a kiss. "I love you, my beautiful boy. My Alfred."
And then, oh that look that Alfred gives him. So soft, so adoring. Herbert smiles and strokes his cheek tenderly, leaning up for a kiss. "I love you, my beautiful boy. My Alfred."
The size of him means that even with all the preparation, the tightness is still...oh, it's so much. Even the tiny movements from him trying to adjust make him shudder, gasping and clutching at the pillows on either side of Herbert.
Tenderly, he smiles, placing first a soft kiss before murmuring, aloud, barely above a whisper.
"I love you, too, Herbert. My Engel. My moonlight." His lips lock over the vampire's again, lush and passionate. It feels... wonderful, saying that aloud.
And then, slowly...he starts to move, grinding himself in for a moment before beginning a slow, tentative thrust.
Tenderly, he smiles, placing first a soft kiss before murmuring, aloud, barely above a whisper.
"I love you, too, Herbert. My Engel. My moonlight." His lips lock over the vampire's again, lush and passionate. It feels... wonderful, saying that aloud.
And then, slowly...he starts to move, grinding himself in for a moment before beginning a slow, tentative thrust.
Edited 2021-12-26 06:05 (UTC)
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