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Oh. Oh he likes this. Likes the more languid away Alfred moves, the way his voice sounds right now. He drags his teeth over his lower lip, watching Alfred press rouged lips to his skin. Seeing how red the mark looks against his pale skin.
The question catches him a little off guard and he stammers a moment before managing, "I would let you."
The question catches him a little off guard and he stammers a moment before managing, "I would let you."
That stammer. Alfred makes a little sound, sort of a half-laugh, a noise of disbelief with himself, with the situation...but hearing Herbert caught off guard, seeing him surprised, catching the way he bites his lip...he finds he wants to keep surprising his lover.
Acting on impulse, he wraps his long fingers around the marked wrist, pulling it past his waist in one smooth motion to draw Herbert in close. He hovers his lips very close to the blonde's ear, murmuring low, steady.
"If I do anything you don't like, you are going to tell me, Engel."
It's a caring remark, a promise...but it's also a command. Out loud, and without Alfred kneecapping the tone by the end.
Acting on impulse, he wraps his long fingers around the marked wrist, pulling it past his waist in one smooth motion to draw Herbert in close. He hovers his lips very close to the blonde's ear, murmuring low, steady.
"If I do anything you don't like, you are going to tell me, Engel."
It's a caring remark, a promise...but it's also a command. Out loud, and without Alfred kneecapping the tone by the end.
Isn't this what he'd been encouraging all along? For Alfred to let his dominant side show like this. Well now he seems to have and he's not quite sure what to do with it other than go along for the ride. And happily so.
"I promise I will. Am I allowed to say if you do something I like very much?"
"I promise I will. Am I allowed to say if you do something I like very much?"
"Yes."
A short answer, a little jagged at the edges - but not in a hateful way. No, he just...he feels Different, right now, and he's learning his way around it, letting it happen. So long as Herbert is enjoying it...then it's okay. It's safe. Tilting his head, he nuzzles into Herbert's neck, breathing deep his perfume before pressing his lips against the pale skin, slightly open mouthed, lush.
The hand that isn't on Herbert's wrist wraps up around his shoulders, and he scoots a little closer on the bench, closing the distance between their bodies.
A short answer, a little jagged at the edges - but not in a hateful way. No, he just...he feels Different, right now, and he's learning his way around it, letting it happen. So long as Herbert is enjoying it...then it's okay. It's safe. Tilting his head, he nuzzles into Herbert's neck, breathing deep his perfume before pressing his lips against the pale skin, slightly open mouthed, lush.
The hand that isn't on Herbert's wrist wraps up around his shoulders, and he scoots a little closer on the bench, closing the distance between their bodies.
"A vampire could get used to this," he murmurs, tipping his head back to reveal more of his long, pale throat. He'd always loved the little voice in Alfred's saying you're mine, you're mine and now it's happening and he couldn't be more delighted.
He moves when pulled, and drapes a leg over one of Alfred's legs to bring them even closer.
He moves when pulled, and drapes a leg over one of Alfred's legs to bring them even closer.
Yes, a vampire could get used to this indeed - he kisses along Herbert's neck, purring low in his chest. He pulls back, briefly, looking at the red marks on the pale skin, and he feels...something inside him shudder, urging him on.
But he hasn't done this yet, not to Herbert (it's made him a bit nervous, knowing what he is like even drinking without biting) and so he restrains himself from going straight in for it...instead sucking at a spot just under his lover's jaw, letting him feel the faint prick of his fangs dropping against his skin. He doesn't bite down, not yet, but...the question is there.
He releases Herbert's wrist, hand sliding up, up, up his thigh.
But he hasn't done this yet, not to Herbert (it's made him a bit nervous, knowing what he is like even drinking without biting) and so he restrains himself from going straight in for it...instead sucking at a spot just under his lover's jaw, letting him feel the faint prick of his fangs dropping against his skin. He doesn't bite down, not yet, but...the question is there.
He releases Herbert's wrist, hand sliding up, up, up his thigh.
"Oh -- yes -- " There's a hitch in his voice as that hand creeps higher, at the feeling of Alfred's fangs against the sensitive skin of his neck. "Yes, please do." He wants to be bitten, wants to feel Alfred's fangs slide into him. To give Alfred his blood like that.
As soon as he as permission, Alfred braces himself...and then pierces Herbert's skin, moaning loudly as he sucks at the blood that spills over his fangs, his tongue. His whole body shudders as he clutches at the other vampire, holding him tight, holding him still against him. It feels incredible, to mark his lover like this, to take him in this way.
The hand that had been creeping up his thigh finds its way further still, pressing firmly against the front of Herbert's trousers, but not stroking. Providing pressure. Teasing.
The hand that had been creeping up his thigh finds its way further still, pressing firmly against the front of Herbert's trousers, but not stroking. Providing pressure. Teasing.
"Oh my love," Herbert sighs, tangling a hand into Alfred's hair to hold him against his neck, rocking his hips against the all too light pressure against the front of his trousers. He didn't expect Alfred to be such a tease like this. Not giving him quite enough.
The hand in his hair and the soft sighing of Herbert's voice so close to his ear is just more encouragement - he remains there, lapping at the blood just a little longer while he is held to his lover's neck, taking care not to forget himself completely in the process.
The hand against the other vampire presses just a little harder, giving him just a couple of rubs through the fabric of his pants with the firm press of his thumb.
The hand against the other vampire presses just a little harder, giving him just a couple of rubs through the fabric of his pants with the firm press of his thumb.
"Oh you tease." Herbert laughs brightly and slides a hand over the curve of Alfred's waist. He tries pressing his hips against Alfred's hand, because his thumb alone isn't nearly enough.
"Touch me properly. Pretty please?"
"Touch me properly. Pretty please?"
Finally drawing back from the pale skin of his lover's throat, Alfred drags his tongue up and over the bite to clean it, continuing clear up until his lips are right up against Herbert's ear again. His teasing hand stills the strokes, but presses in hard, gripping just a little.
"Not yet. Patience, moonlight." Finally, his voice out loud really DOES match that dark tone in his head, sharp, heavy with lust.
"To my bed, first."
"Not yet. Patience, moonlight." Finally, his voice out loud really DOES match that dark tone in his head, sharp, heavy with lust.
"To my bed, first."
Herbert makes a low noise in the back of his throat at the firm grip Alfred has on him. Between that and the way Alfred sounds, Herbert is rock hard against Alfred's hand.
He whines and draws away with the utmost reluctance, standing and adjusting himself a little. "And do you want me dressed or not?"
He whines and draws away with the utmost reluctance, standing and adjusting himself a little. "And do you want me dressed or not?"
"I'll be here for as long as you need me, my love. We can find old sheets and cover every mirror we find, if you'd like. And if you need to smash a few, you can." Herbert leans into the touch and gives Alfred a soft, tentative smile.
Well, it's good that this is Working for Herbert just as much as for Alfred, he thinks, a coy little smile crossing his lips as his lover stands up. He turns on the bench, posture open, almost relaxed, trying to play the part.
"...Undress for me," he finally purrs, blue eyes bright and oh-so-attentive.
Ready to WATCH.
"...Undress for me," he finally purrs, blue eyes bright and oh-so-attentive.
Ready to WATCH.
"Wonderful," he purrs and stands, pulling Alfred up and into a sweet kiss. "I'm so excited. I can't wait to see what you think of all this." He untucks Alfred's shirt to slip his fingers up underneath and stroke at the skin of his stomach.
That smile is - it's so different, Alfred thinks, from what Herbert has shown him before. For a moment, he is just...silent, watching him.
It hits him, all at once, and he speaks before thinking:
"You've...you've never helped someone else through this before. Have you?"
It hits him, all at once, and he speaks before thinking:
"You've...you've never helped someone else through this before. Have you?"
"Well I can certainly do that." He loves the way Alfred is watching him right now. Loves how vulnerable and seen it makes him feel.
So he goes a bit slower than he normally would with his shirt, meeting Alfred's gaze as his fingers work to undo the buttons. He lets the material slip off his shoulders a little, expression coy as his shirt slips to the floor.
So he goes a bit slower than he normally would with his shirt, meeting Alfred's gaze as his fingers work to undo the buttons. He lets the material slip off his shoulders a little, expression coy as his shirt slips to the floor.
Alfred says nothing as he sits there, taking in every inch of Herbert as he begins to strip. The coyness is met with a little shudder, more rapt attention.
He's making it clear, very clear, that nothing matters to him at all right now beyond his lover.
He's making it clear, very clear, that nothing matters to him at all right now beyond his lover.
"They feel different to me, too. Shorter, somehow." He pulls a hand out from under Alfred's shirt to study his rounded off nails with a thoughtful hum. "But if they still feel good to you, I may do this more often." Honestly, he'd do anything that Alfred asked. Even if it meant filing off his nails every night, he would. He could adjust.
He would miss his nails, but he could do it.
He would miss his nails, but he could do it.
Oh, well. Herbert basks under the attention, posing a little under Alfred's gaze, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her trousers. He undoes them and slips out of them, kicking them aside, leaving him in his underthings.
"Then every once in a while. For a special treat." He tickles at Alfred's hips and starts undoing his shirt, giving him sweet little kisses. "I'd love to be able to do this with you now and again. It just takes a bit of planning."
More staring - Alfred tucks one foot up onto the bench, posturing a little with the high heels on while he enjoys the sight of Herbert sliding out of his trousers. Wearing only the corset and panties, it's evident that he's hard too, excited by all of this, by the way it feels to be in control.
It's shades of what he was in that dream, so long ago.
"You're so beautiful, Engel," he purrs, lazily running one of his hands down over himself with a little hiss.
It's shades of what he was in that dream, so long ago.
"You're so beautiful, Engel," he purrs, lazily running one of his hands down over himself with a little hiss.
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