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"Well I'm glad to hear that." He reaches up with his free hand to stroke Alfred's cheek, pleased to feel him relaxing a little. To see him enjoying himself.
He keeps at that pace, patient and steady, eager to show Alfred more but not wanting to rush him, either.
He keeps at that pace, patient and steady, eager to show Alfred more but not wanting to rush him, either.
It's wicked. It's cruel, making him wait like this. Ordering him around so -- so expertly. And he loves it. Watching, listening to Alfred be so dominant. So carefully poised and in charge of the entire situation. It's delicious.
He moves his hand a little faster, but carefully, carefully. Paying attention to his body to make sure he doesn't push himself over the edge. "What -- what happens if I do? What will you do?"
He moves his hand a little faster, but carefully, carefully. Paying attention to his body to make sure he doesn't push himself over the edge. "What -- what happens if I do? What will you do?"
It's just a moment, a blink - but there is a familiar echo in the smile Alfred returns at that, a soft, patient fondness that doesn't quite belong entirely to the younger man. Somewhere in there, the part of him where Solin resides is...glad, so glad to see Herbert like this. So happy. Healing, at last.
It's with a little shake of the head that the moment passes, though, his hands clasping back at Herbert's.
"I feel the same way, Engel. I have spent my whole life trying to find...something, someone. I felt incomplete, and I was...I was miserable." He pulls the older vampire close, looking up at him with misty eyes. "We rescued each other, Herbert. And I know that, because I have no doubt that if I had fallen in that snow, before any of this at all...I know you would have saved me, anyway."
It's with a little shake of the head that the moment passes, though, his hands clasping back at Herbert's.
"I feel the same way, Engel. I have spent my whole life trying to find...something, someone. I felt incomplete, and I was...I was miserable." He pulls the older vampire close, looking up at him with misty eyes. "We rescued each other, Herbert. And I know that, because I have no doubt that if I had fallen in that snow, before any of this at all...I know you would have saved me, anyway."
Obediently, he nuzzles the hand against his cheek - one of those catlike little moments from the younger vampire, when he's got his guard down, when he's at peace with things.
Experimentally, he rocks his hips a little - just a little - swallowing hard at the feeling of being stretched a little. He's beginning to understand why Herbert likes this, now, and he resolves to bear all these feelings in mind the next time their positions are reversed.
Experimentally, he rocks his hips a little - just a little - swallowing hard at the feeling of being stretched a little. He's beginning to understand why Herbert likes this, now, and he resolves to bear all these feelings in mind the next time their positions are reversed.
"It's... a little embarrassing but yes, I was watching you from the start. We both were, Father and I. And we saw you, lost in the snow. With your little scarf tied around your ears, you precious thing.
And you're right. If you had fallen in that snow, I would have taken you back to the castle at once and taken care of you."
And you're right. If you had fallen in that snow, I would have taken you back to the castle at once and taken care of you."
By now, Alfred has more or less gotten used to the basic staples of vampirism. The strength, the speed - but he doesn't always put them to use. The strength, sure, but he doesn't much have need of the unnatural swiftness.
So it's perhaps a little jarring when, at that question, Herbert will find his wrists grabbed and yanked upward in a flash of movement, robbing him of his own touch and replacing the sight of Alfred languidly stroking himself with the sight of him pinning his lover down, hovering over his body so the only point of contact is that grip, fangs bared, a wicked, breathless smile on his painted lips.
"Teach you a lesson. Herbert. That's what."
So it's perhaps a little jarring when, at that question, Herbert will find his wrists grabbed and yanked upward in a flash of movement, robbing him of his own touch and replacing the sight of Alfred languidly stroking himself with the sight of him pinning his lover down, hovering over his body so the only point of contact is that grip, fangs bared, a wicked, breathless smile on his painted lips.
"Teach you a lesson. Herbert. That's what."
"There you are. Yes, move however makes you feel good. Move how your body tells you to." He nudges his second finger against Alfred's entrance. Just barely nudging.
"When you're ready, tell me."
"When you're ready, tell me."
Herbert gasps and arches up as he's pinned down, striving for more contact and getting none. Oh that grin. Almost feral in its ferocity, and Herbert wants to kiss him so badly, but he can't. Alfred is calling the shots, here.
That smile is sharp enough to cut, and leaves Herbert squirming a little under Alfred's grip. "Then I'll have to be careful, won't I?"
That smile is sharp enough to cut, and leaves Herbert squirming a little under Alfred's grip. "Then I'll have to be careful, won't I?"
"I'm - yes, Engel-"
He hisses a little as he tries rocking just a little harder - it doesn't quite hurt, but there's almost a burn to it, something that makes him grasp at the bedsheets. He bites his lip for a moment, shivering, and then -
"...I'm - I think I'm ready. P-please."
He hisses a little as he tries rocking just a little harder - it doesn't quite hurt, but there's almost a burn to it, something that makes him grasp at the bedsheets. He bites his lip for a moment, shivering, and then -
"...I'm - I think I'm ready. P-please."
Oh, this is....
This is FUN. He LIKES this, he likes how it's making him feel, how Herbert is responding. Lowering himself down so that their bodies are pressed together, he ruts a couple of times up against him, lacy underwear up against bare, sensitive skin.
He moans loudly at the friction, placing a kiss on Herbert's chest, looking at the mark, getting more ideas still.
"...You will," he growls without looking up, his voice tight with need. He's teasing himself in all this, too.
"The lipstick marks...I think they look nice on your beautiful skin, my moonlight. I...I wonder how they would look just a bit...further down."
This is FUN. He LIKES this, he likes how it's making him feel, how Herbert is responding. Lowering himself down so that their bodies are pressed together, he ruts a couple of times up against him, lacy underwear up against bare, sensitive skin.
He moans loudly at the friction, placing a kiss on Herbert's chest, looking at the mark, getting more ideas still.
"...You will," he growls without looking up, his voice tight with need. He's teasing himself in all this, too.
"The lipstick marks...I think they look nice on your beautiful skin, my moonlight. I...I wonder how they would look just a bit...further down."
"Don't be embarrassed," he reassures, rubbing at Herbert's back.
"I - the thought of that scared me a little at first, it's true, but...I love it now. It makes me feel...like someone was looking out for me, even then." A pause, and then-
"That's why I call you Engel, you know."
"I - the thought of that scared me a little at first, it's true, but...I love it now. It makes me feel...like someone was looking out for me, even then." A pause, and then-
"That's why I call you Engel, you know."
He does his best to keep still, setting his resolve. He's not going to come until Alfred tells him to. He's going to be good, damn it. Because Alfred asked him to be.
As challenging as that might be. Especially with Alfred moving his mouth further and further down, leaving a trail of lipstick kisses behind.
"I'm certain they would look just as good."
As challenging as that might be. Especially with Alfred moving his mouth further and further down, leaving a trail of lipstick kisses behind.
"I'm certain they would look just as good."
"Well it was exciting. People rarely come to our little village. And to see someone so handsome, well. It was a treat."
Herbert nudges his nose against Alfred's cheek with a smile. "And I'll always be there, you know. Not that you always need to be protected, but because I will always love you enough to want to."
Herbert nudges his nose against Alfred's cheek with a smile. "And I'll always be there, you know. Not that you always need to be protected, but because I will always love you enough to want to."
"Well."
He's slid down between Herbert's legs now, looking up at him with a dark grin. His hands settle on his lover's inner thighs, lightly digging his filed claws in.
"Let's see."
And then, without another moment of hesitation, he kisses the shaft of Herbert's cock...before sliding it into his mouth, leaving a smear of red lipstick as he goes.
He's slid down between Herbert's legs now, looking up at him with a dark grin. His hands settle on his lover's inner thighs, lightly digging his filed claws in.
"Let's see."
And then, without another moment of hesitation, he kisses the shaft of Herbert's cock...before sliding it into his mouth, leaving a smear of red lipstick as he goes.
The lipstick is smeared across Alfred's face, and now across the shaft of Herbert's cock, and he can't help but reach down to tangle a hand in Alfred's hair, tugging sharply. He whines low in his throat, digging his heels into the mattress.
"Oh you wicked boy."
"Oh you wicked boy."
Carefully, he eases a second finger into Alfred, keeping them together for now so as not to overwhelm him. Not yet, anyway.
"Still feeling good, my love?"
"Still feeling good, my love?"
It's not actually all that frequently that Alfred goes down on Herbert. It isn't so much for a lack of willingness for it - it's more self-consciousness, about how he's doing at it, how it looks, the crookedness of his fangs.
But right now? That self-consciousness feels distant, and his purr rumbles deep in his chest as he looks up through his eyelashes, taking Herbert in shallow at first, then bobs his head in closer, leaving little stripes of lipstick higher and higher on his lover's shaft.
It's a dangerous game he's playing right now, and he knows it - it would be easy to bring Herbert off before he means to this way. So he listens carefully, reaches out with his mind to gauge just how wild he's driven the older vampire thus far.
Alfred's own cock, of course, is straining against his underwear, every twitch and grind of his hips making him hiss around Herbert's cock. He's going to have to prepare him, very, VERY soon.
But right now? That self-consciousness feels distant, and his purr rumbles deep in his chest as he looks up through his eyelashes, taking Herbert in shallow at first, then bobs his head in closer, leaving little stripes of lipstick higher and higher on his lover's shaft.
It's a dangerous game he's playing right now, and he knows it - it would be easy to bring Herbert off before he means to this way. So he listens carefully, reaches out with his mind to gauge just how wild he's driven the older vampire thus far.
Alfred's own cock, of course, is straining against his underwear, every twitch and grind of his hips making him hiss around Herbert's cock. He's going to have to prepare him, very, VERY soon.
His voice rises in a high whine at the intrusion - his hands clench, thighs shaking a little as he tries to adjust. Once the moment of initial tension passes, Alfred's hips twitch again, seeking some sort of friction against his erection and finding none.
It takes him a minute before he can even speak.
"Y-yes - ah - yes, it's...it feels...it feels good...."
It takes him a minute before he can even speak.
"Y-yes - ah - yes, it's...it feels...it feels good...."
Herbert is always so complimentary, over and over again. It's been a year of it, and STILL it makes him blush deep.
"I know that, Engel. I know that." The nuzzle is met with a sweet little kiss. Constant little touches and affirmations. "The feeling is mutual. If - if anyone ever tried to come here to hurt you...I would gladly fight for you."
He's thought about it, before. The Professor knowing where the castle is, that there are vampires in it. Coming back prepared. It worries him, sometimes.
"I know that, Engel. I know that." The nuzzle is met with a sweet little kiss. Constant little touches and affirmations. "The feeling is mutual. If - if anyone ever tried to come here to hurt you...I would gladly fight for you."
He's thought about it, before. The Professor knowing where the castle is, that there are vampires in it. Coming back prepared. It worries him, sometimes.
"Alfred," he breathes, reaching behind him to grip at a pillow, digging his claws into it to try and ground himself. He's trying to stay still but his hips are twitching, fingers flexing against Alfred's scalp and he can feel now close to the edge he's getting. Teetering on the very brink, constantly in danger of falling over but trying to pull himself back.
He keeps his gaze on the canopy overhead, because he knows that if he looks down, if he sees Alfred's lips stretched around his cock like that, bright red and glistening, he'll lose it completely.
He keeps his gaze on the canopy overhead, because he knows that if he looks down, if he sees Alfred's lips stretched around his cock like that, bright red and glistening, he'll lose it completely.
Oh, he's - he's close, he's very close. Alfred can feel it, both in the way his lover sounds, the way he says his name, the way he's moving as though one wrong squirm will send him tumbling over the edge -
And so, trying to suppress a shudder of his own, he pulls abruptly off of Herbert, reaching up to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand and leaving a sideways trail of lipstick across his jaw. "Good boy," he growls, his own hips bearing down against the bed, desperate for friction. He's...holding it together, still, but only just.
"Engel...get the oil from the nightstand for me."
And so, trying to suppress a shudder of his own, he pulls abruptly off of Herbert, reaching up to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand and leaving a sideways trail of lipstick across his jaw. "Good boy," he growls, his own hips bearing down against the bed, desperate for friction. He's...holding it together, still, but only just.
"Engel...get the oil from the nightstand for me."
"I am going to weep," he whines, watching Alfred wipe his mouth off. Watching the lipstick smear across his face, leaving him looking wanton. Debauched.
But he fetches the oil and presses it into Alfred's hand, giving him a slightly desperate look. The good boy helps. "I'm being good for you. Yes?"
But he fetches the oil and presses it into Alfred's hand, giving him a slightly desperate look. The good boy helps. "I'm being good for you. Yes?"
"Shhhhh, moonlight. Patience, patience. Not much longer now."
He fixes Herbert with an intense, scrutinizing stare as the oil is passed over - and he does not break the eye contact as he pours some out onto his hand, making a show of slicking his slender, work-worn fingers. His smile is dark, crooked, his face flushed, hair wild from where Herbert was yanking it.
"...Very good. And you know what good boys get, don't you?"
His hand flutters down, tracing a little circle around his entrance.
He fixes Herbert with an intense, scrutinizing stare as the oil is passed over - and he does not break the eye contact as he pours some out onto his hand, making a show of slicking his slender, work-worn fingers. His smile is dark, crooked, his face flushed, hair wild from where Herbert was yanking it.
"...Very good. And you know what good boys get, don't you?"
His hand flutters down, tracing a little circle around his entrance.
Sarah smooths her hands over her new dress, giving a little twirl. Feeling like a princess. No, like a countess. Which is what she is, now, isn't she? Or she ought to be, being the eternal bride of a count. He does so love spoiling her with clothes and things for her bath, and she couldn't be more delighted at the attention and the presents.
Right now, Georg is off somewhere. Herbert (ugh, she so strongly dislikes her -- stepson, she supposes) said he was in the graveyard, and Sarah shouldn't bother him there. So she's taking the time to explore the castle a little more, wandering from room to room. Occasionally twirling to make the skirt of her dress fan out in a very satisfactory way.
Right now, Georg is off somewhere. Herbert (ugh, she so strongly dislikes her -- stepson, she supposes) said he was in the graveyard, and Sarah shouldn't bother him there. So she's taking the time to explore the castle a little more, wandering from room to room. Occasionally twirling to make the skirt of her dress fan out in a very satisfactory way.
"Rewarded, I hope." He laughs, light and airy. If he could breath, he'd be out of breath and panting by now. But he's grinning up at Alfred. Oh yes, he very much likes this side of Alfred. And hopes to see more of it in the future.
His eyes are trained on Alfred's fingers until they disappear between his thighs, and then they flutter shut at the feeling of featherlight touches. "That's a nice reward."
His eyes are trained on Alfred's fingers until they disappear between his thighs, and then they flutter shut at the feeling of featherlight touches. "That's a nice reward."
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