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"Your Engel -- ah." His moonlight. And Alfred is his sunshine, and everything's perfect. Even if the way Alfred is moving is a terrible tease and Herbert might die -- again -- from it. He gasps against Alfred's mouth and slides his hands over his shoulders, squeezing lightly. Doing his best to hold very, very still and let Alfred find his own pace.
He nips lightly at Alfred's lip. Not enough to draw blood, but testing the waters. To see if Alfred would like that sort of thing.
He nips lightly at Alfred's lip. Not enough to draw blood, but testing the waters. To see if Alfred would like that sort of thing.
The first thrust, slow as it is, draws a low moan from him - one that rumbles deep in his chest, right up against Herbert's. It feels better than he had ever imagined this would, the pressure, the sheer amount of contact between him and his - well -
"My...my first boyfriend," he stumbles out loud, voice choked with pleasure. Silly as it may seem, it's not something he's said out loud before.
He has a boyfriend. Herbert is his.
His.
Another surge of possessiveness washes through him, and his thrusts build up just a little more speed, seeking a rhythm. It's still slow, still a little gentle - or at least, it is until the soft little bite at his lip. He likes it, that much is certain.
Enough that the next thrust is...harder than intended.
The bed squeaks on the wooden floor as the whole thing jolts about an inch from the force.
Alfred goes a little wide eyed. "A-ah, I - was that - too, mnhhhggghh - too hard?"
Well, at least you know it's still Alfred.
"My...my first boyfriend," he stumbles out loud, voice choked with pleasure. Silly as it may seem, it's not something he's said out loud before.
He has a boyfriend. Herbert is his.
His.
Another surge of possessiveness washes through him, and his thrusts build up just a little more speed, seeking a rhythm. It's still slow, still a little gentle - or at least, it is until the soft little bite at his lip. He likes it, that much is certain.
Enough that the next thrust is...harder than intended.
The bed squeaks on the wooden floor as the whole thing jolts about an inch from the force.
Alfred goes a little wide eyed. "A-ah, I - was that - too, mnhhhggghh - too hard?"
Well, at least you know it's still Alfred.
It occurs to him, quite suddenly, that he's never made love to another vampire in this bed. He hadn't anticipated that Alfred would be quite so -- forceful, but he's certainly not complaining. The way Alfred is clearly trying to still be gentle with him despite all the emotions and feelings running through him.
Then the bed moves and Hebert lets out a surprised laugh, sweeping his hands over Alfred's back, down to give his ass a squeeze. "No, no my love. I promise you, I'd let you know if you ever went to hard. You're doing beautifully so far."
Then the bed moves and Hebert lets out a surprised laugh, sweeping his hands over Alfred's back, down to give his ass a squeeze. "No, no my love. I promise you, I'd let you know if you ever went to hard. You're doing beautifully so far."
"O-okay," the young man breathes, smiling a sheepish little smile and squirming as he's grabbed. He's glad to hear that it wasn't too much too fast...because, he finds, his body wants nothing more than to pick up the pace.
So once he is certain Herbert is all right, he starts up again, slowly for a thrust or two...then his movements start to go faster, harder. The bed shudders with each thrust, and so does Alfred, all pretense fading from his expression as he simply lets himself go.
He turns his head to bury his face against Herbert's neck, bearing his own messy, mangled scar from when he was turned in the process.
A thought starts to form in the back of his head, but he's struggling to grasp it, momentarily lost in the rhythm of his body against his lover's.
So once he is certain Herbert is all right, he starts up again, slowly for a thrust or two...then his movements start to go faster, harder. The bed shudders with each thrust, and so does Alfred, all pretense fading from his expression as he simply lets himself go.
He turns his head to bury his face against Herbert's neck, bearing his own messy, mangled scar from when he was turned in the process.
A thought starts to form in the back of his head, but he's struggling to grasp it, momentarily lost in the rhythm of his body against his lover's.
Herbert is gasping and groaning with each movement of Alfred's hips, shivering in delight each time he thrusts deep enough to bottom out. His hands move restlessly, stroking his hips, his thighs, his back, one finally settling to bury itself in Alfred's hair and tug.
He considers, for a moment, slipping a hand between them to wrap around himself. But the feeling of the sweatslick skin of Alfred's stomach against his cock, the way Alfred's cock feels inside him, it's the perfect amount of stimulation for right now.
He considers, for a moment, slipping a hand between them to wrap around himself. But the feeling of the sweatslick skin of Alfred's stomach against his cock, the way Alfred's cock feels inside him, it's the perfect amount of stimulation for right now.
His rhythm is still steadily increasing, every press just a hair faster, a touch harder - it feels amazing, and the sounds Herbert is making are pure encouragement, spurring him on.
The hands in his hair make him hiss and whine into Herbert's own blonde locks, Alfred taking in the scent of roses. The thought that had struggled to form before finally solidifies, and he whimpers a moment before murmuring into the older vampire's ear.
"...I want...I want you...to bite me...." His tone is shuddering, thick with desire and pleasure both, the words themselves trembling.
But his thoughts? Those are clear.
'Bite me. Tear through my scar. I don't want to think of her when I feel it there. I want to think of YOU.'
The hands in his hair make him hiss and whine into Herbert's own blonde locks, Alfred taking in the scent of roses. The thought that had struggled to form before finally solidifies, and he whimpers a moment before murmuring into the older vampire's ear.
"...I want...I want you...to bite me...." His tone is shuddering, thick with desire and pleasure both, the words themselves trembling.
But his thoughts? Those are clear.
'Bite me. Tear through my scar. I don't want to think of her when I feel it there. I want to think of YOU.'
"Yes -- oh yes, my love." He wants to wipe every thought of that girl from his mind. Herbert purrs and drags his tongue over the twisted scar tissue on his neck, nipping here and there before finding the place he wants and sinking his teeth in.
Blood rushes over his tongue and he shudders, hooking his leg over Alfred's hip and rocking up against him. He clings to his lover's back, fingers twisting in his hair, body clenching as he's filled with a renewed sense of lust and passion at the taste of his partner's blood on his tongue.
Blood rushes over his tongue and he shudders, hooking his leg over Alfred's hip and rocking up against him. He clings to his lover's back, fingers twisting in his hair, body clenching as he's filled with a renewed sense of lust and passion at the taste of his partner's blood on his tongue.
When Herbert agrees, Alfred braces himself. When Sarah had bitten him, it was violent, clumsy, desperate - it had hurt, and when he felt the scar later, he could easily tell why.
But then he feels fangs pierce the scar tissue, and after the initial thrill of pain (which...he is still a little surprised to find he likes), the sensation is...so different.
It feels good. It feels REALLY good, and Herbert is wrapping around him, and instinctively, Alfred clings closer as well; moaning loud and lewd, hissing Herbert's name in a tone dripping with lust.
His thrusts are strong now - and he shifts his hips a little, trying a slightly different angle.
But then he feels fangs pierce the scar tissue, and after the initial thrill of pain (which...he is still a little surprised to find he likes), the sensation is...so different.
It feels good. It feels REALLY good, and Herbert is wrapping around him, and instinctively, Alfred clings closer as well; moaning loud and lewd, hissing Herbert's name in a tone dripping with lust.
His thrusts are strong now - and he shifts his hips a little, trying a slightly different angle.
He gently moves away from Alfred's throat, licking up any blood that he hadn't managed to catch. Then Alfred is shifting, thrusting deeper, the head of his cock rubbing against Herbert's prostate and driving him absolutely fucking wild with desire.
Herbert flings his arms around Alfred's shoulders to wrap tighter around him. "If -- ahgod -- if you keep moving like that, I'll finish sooner rather than not."
Herbert flings his arms around Alfred's shoulders to wrap tighter around him. "If -- ahgod -- if you keep moving like that, I'll finish sooner rather than not."
A hiss winds from him as the bite is completed - the feeling of Herbert's tongue soothes the ache, and it doesn't hurt, it just...tingles, a little.
He's better at this than he expected, he's finding - heat slowly starting to pool deep within him, a rising tension that's making it increasingly difficult not to lose his mind.
"Should - a-ah - should I - ohhh - should I slow d-down?" Asked sweetly, worriedly...but the look in his eyes doesn't match his tone.
He's found an opportunity for more teasing.
He's better at this than he expected, he's finding - heat slowly starting to pool deep within him, a rising tension that's making it increasingly difficult not to lose his mind.
"Should - a-ah - should I - ohhh - should I slow d-down?" Asked sweetly, worriedly...but the look in his eyes doesn't match his tone.
He's found an opportunity for more teasing.
"Oooh you're wicked. Wicked thing," he growls softly and snaps his teeth at Alfred playfully. "If you slow down I'll be horribly offended. If you slow down I'll flip you over and ride you into this mattress, and I rather like you having you on top of me."
"Oh. W-well. Then."
He giggles a little at the snapping of teeth, though he does visibly swoon a little at the thought of being ridden - but no. Not now.
'I don't think I could stop now if I tried, Engel.'
He kisses and sucks at a spot right below Herbert's jawline, his rhythm and the tension of the muscles throughout his body making clear that he's climbing upward towards climax himself.
By now, the headboard of the bed has hit the wall. A good thing, too, the way Alfred is driving himself up and in, as hard and deep as he can muster.
He giggles a little at the snapping of teeth, though he does visibly swoon a little at the thought of being ridden - but no. Not now.
'I don't think I could stop now if I tried, Engel.'
He kisses and sucks at a spot right below Herbert's jawline, his rhythm and the tension of the muscles throughout his body making clear that he's climbing upward towards climax himself.
By now, the headboard of the bed has hit the wall. A good thing, too, the way Alfred is driving himself up and in, as hard and deep as he can muster.
He'll laugh later at how much the bed has moved. When Alfred isn't slamming into him like he can't enough, rocking against that one perfect little spot inside him and going at his neck. At this point, all Herbert can do is hang on tight and let Alfred fuck him more thoroughly than he's been fucked in a very long time.
"My darling, my sun and stars, let me feel you let go," he purrs against Alfred's ear, reaching down to grip his hips again. "Your pleasure will bring mine."
"My darling, my sun and stars, let me feel you let go," he purrs against Alfred's ear, reaching down to grip his hips again. "Your pleasure will bring mine."
Oh, there it is.
That encouragement is all Alfred needs - he hisses and groans in Herbert's ear right back, his voice out loud finally matching that low, dark tone in his head -
"Yes - yes, Engel - with me, my moonlight - Herbert-!"
He picks up more speed, his moans going tighter, louder as he clutches at his lover's body - and then with one more powerful thrust, he bears down as he arches, a cry of ecstacy piercing the air when he comes.
That encouragement is all Alfred needs - he hisses and groans in Herbert's ear right back, his voice out loud finally matching that low, dark tone in his head -
"Yes - yes, Engel - with me, my moonlight - Herbert-!"
He picks up more speed, his moans going tighter, louder as he clutches at his lover's body - and then with one more powerful thrust, he bears down as he arches, a cry of ecstacy piercing the air when he comes.
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It's beautiful, watching Alfred let go like this. He'd seen it in smaller, more restrained doses when Herbert had used his hand or mouth but this, oh this is glorious. He can feel Alfred inside him, filling him, and he wraps his legs tight around Alfred's waist, pulling him tighter against him. The sweat, the friction against his cock, the feeling of Alfred spilling inside him, it all comes together to push him over the edge.
He gasps and crushes his mouth against Alfred's as he comes with a low whine. "I love you," he breathes, stroking his fingers through Alfred's hair. "Oh I love you, mon cheri."
He gasps and crushes his mouth against Alfred's as he comes with a low whine. "I love you," he breathes, stroking his fingers through Alfred's hair. "Oh I love you, mon cheri."
Herbert rests his chin on his hand while he watches Alfred work so swiftly and deftly. "I love the way you think about colour. About what will look good together, what will go together. It's fantastic."
It will strike Alfred, later on, that this is almost certainly the least restrained he has ever been. Letting himself moan, scream, take charge...and without shame. It's...good, good for him, if a little overwhelming.
The feeling of Herbert coming between them is almost intoxicating, and he winds himself against his lover to keep up the friction until he is certain the older vampire is spent. His own orgasm is harder than any he had felt before, the resulting aftershocks still rattling his body long after he relaxes, gasping and panting, not pulling himself out just yet.
Bringing his arms up and around Herbert's shoulders, he embraces him, smiling sweetly in the candlelight.
"I...I love you, too, Engel." The novelty of saying it still makes him feel fluttery, all the ferociousness from moments ago melted away like snow to leave sweet, shy little Alfred once more.
The feeling of Herbert coming between them is almost intoxicating, and he winds himself against his lover to keep up the friction until he is certain the older vampire is spent. His own orgasm is harder than any he had felt before, the resulting aftershocks still rattling his body long after he relaxes, gasping and panting, not pulling himself out just yet.
Bringing his arms up and around Herbert's shoulders, he embraces him, smiling sweetly in the candlelight.
"I...I love you, too, Engel." The novelty of saying it still makes him feel fluttery, all the ferociousness from moments ago melted away like snow to leave sweet, shy little Alfred once more.
"I've just always...really liked color, I suppose," he chuckles, tying off a rosette and starting another.
"Father was always about utility. Mother liked color in her clothes, but...well, she was...quiet. Like me, sometimes. So growing up, I had to sort of...find ways to make my life more colorful."
"Father was always about utility. Mother liked color in her clothes, but...well, she was...quiet. Like me, sometimes. So growing up, I had to sort of...find ways to make my life more colorful."
"I love colour." He's always wearing silvers and blues and purples. Brighter colours than his father's burgundys and blacks. "Father used to as well, before he was turned. A lot of jewel tones. And then once he was turned, he only wanted to wear dark colours. To embrace the night, he said."
Herbert sets his fangs against his lower lip and rolls his eyes, clearly thinking that's the silliest thing he's heard.
Herbert sets his fangs against his lower lip and rolls his eyes, clearly thinking that's the silliest thing he's heard.
"More threading, of course." He fakes an annoyed look, but he works at threading his needle. It only takes him three or four tries, this time. "Tell me what the pattern is, then. Since you are the master of this little plan."
"I can tell - you may be the brightest thing in the castle," Alfred muses fondly, looking to Herbert with a smile. He tries to picture the Count wearing anything brightly colored, but....
"I can't imagine him in jewel tones," he finally admits - and then Herbert pulls that face, and... it's cute, and it's funny, and it makes the young man giggle, dead heart almost fluttering.
"I can't imagine him in jewel tones," he finally admits - and then Herbert pulls that face, and... it's cute, and it's funny, and it makes the young man giggle, dead heart almost fluttering.
He loves being able to make Alfred laugh like that, and he keeps the face for a moment, batting his eyes at Alfred. "I swear it. Cross my heart. Sapphire and emerald."
And the compliment earns Alfred a soft kiss, "You help me be as bright as I am. You've brought so much light into my life, my sweet sun."
And the compliment earns Alfred a soft kiss, "You help me be as bright as I am. You've brought so much light into my life, my sweet sun."
It delights Alfred, to see how fast Herbert has gotten at threading needles. It means he's been practicing, and that means a lot. Just more little things that show his love.
"Well, I thought you could decide for yours! You have a good eye, and just about any pattern will look good when repeated." He starts his own - a couple pieces of popcorn, a dried berry, a piece of holly, another berry. It's an easy, steady little task.
The hardest part is remembering that he can't munch on the popcorn.
"Well, I thought you could decide for yours! You have a good eye, and just about any pattern will look good when repeated." He starts his own - a couple pieces of popcorn, a dried berry, a piece of holly, another berry. It's an easy, steady little task.
The hardest part is remembering that he can't munch on the popcorn.
He giggles a bit more, both at Herbert being goofy for him, and at the mental image of Georg in colors. It's... bittersweet, actually. But he thinks he understands.
Alfred smiles into the kiss, but shakes his head, just a little.
"...Thank you, but...Herbert, the first time I saw you at the door, it was like...." He falters a little, reddening. "Well, your father is so... he's magnetic, but so...dark. When you walked out, it was like...being in a dark room, and then opening the door to a garden. You...you shine."
Alfred smiles into the kiss, but shakes his head, just a little.
"...Thank you, but...Herbert, the first time I saw you at the door, it was like...." He falters a little, reddening. "Well, your father is so... he's magnetic, but so...dark. When you walked out, it was like...being in a dark room, and then opening the door to a garden. You...you shine."
Herbert settles on two pieces of popcorn, two berries with a holy leaf between them and then repeat the pattern. Short, easy to remember. Easy to settle into without having to think about it too much.
After a few minutes of trying the pattern, he holds it out for Alfred's professional inspection. "Do you like it? Do you think it looks good?"
After a few minutes of trying the pattern, he holds it out for Alfred's professional inspection. "Do you like it? Do you think it looks good?"
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