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Alfred looks down, in spite of himself, as Georg purrs against him, enticing words that have him shaking.
And if the words didn't already, the sight, the FEELING of the older vampire's mouth sliding down around his cock would more than certainly have done the job. He cries out, a low, shuddering sound, trying his best to stay still because that tongue, the faint scrape of fangs, long, careful fingers wrapped around him could send him spilling over the edge too quickly if he dares add to the sensation.
"Oh g-god, G-Georg - Georg-!"
When the other man pulls back, he hisses and whines, writhing a little despite his better efforts.
And if the words didn't already, the sight, the FEELING of the older vampire's mouth sliding down around his cock would more than certainly have done the job. He cries out, a low, shuddering sound, trying his best to stay still because that tongue, the faint scrape of fangs, long, careful fingers wrapped around him could send him spilling over the edge too quickly if he dares add to the sensation.
"Oh g-god, G-Georg - Georg-!"
When the other man pulls back, he hisses and whines, writhing a little despite his better efforts.
"Mm, so tempting, again. I could spend hours teasing those gorgeous sounds out of you. Every part of you is tempting, Alfred. And yet..." He pushes at the back of Alfred's thigh, getting him to move his leg. To press his foot flat against the bed, to give him better... access.
"And yet I think I know where I most want to taste you. If you'll allow me, of course." He glances up at Alfred before he leans forward to nuzzle and nip at the bottom curve of Alfred's generous ass.
"And yet I think I know where I most want to taste you. If you'll allow me, of course." He glances up at Alfred before he leans forward to nuzzle and nip at the bottom curve of Alfred's generous ass.
Obediently, without a second thought, he moves as he is directed. He's not really sure what Georg is doing for a moment, watching, listening....
And then he Realizes, and bright blue eyes widen, mouth going a little slack. That's...a new one. Herbert hasn't even done that yet - Alfred has really only read about it in books. He has no idea what to expect.
But he does trust Georg.
So, breathlessly, wordlessly, he nods, licking his lips, trying not to drool a little around the fangs that are still descended.
And then he Realizes, and bright blue eyes widen, mouth going a little slack. That's...a new one. Herbert hasn't even done that yet - Alfred has really only read about it in books. He has no idea what to expect.
But he does trust Georg.
So, breathlessly, wordlessly, he nods, licking his lips, trying not to drool a little around the fangs that are still descended.
"Perfect." Georg flashes him a grin and lowers his head between Alfred's spread thighs. He licks broadly a few times at first, letting Alfred get used to the sensation of having a tongue on one of the most intimate parts of him.
Once he's done that, however, he focuses in. Moving his tongue in tight circles. "Take yourself in hand," he croons, nipping lightly at the flesh of Alfred's ass. "Stroke yourself, if you'd like."
Once he's done that, however, he focuses in. Moving his tongue in tight circles. "Take yourself in hand," he croons, nipping lightly at the flesh of Alfred's ass. "Stroke yourself, if you'd like."
"Ah-!"
The first lick makes him arch his back a little, head lolling as he groans - it's...a very new feeling, but...but he likes it, likes the attention, likes the glimpse of the Count down between his thighs.
By the time the words reach him, he's started a near-constant moan that he barely realizes is falling from his lips - and, eagerly, almost desperately, he wraps his callused fingers around his own cock, starting to stroke himself in a clumsy, shaky rhythm. His muscles start to go a bit taut, the sounds he's making occasionally slanting more towards a low growl, a feral hiss.
Letting go.
The first lick makes him arch his back a little, head lolling as he groans - it's...a very new feeling, but...but he likes it, likes the attention, likes the glimpse of the Count down between his thighs.
By the time the words reach him, he's started a near-constant moan that he barely realizes is falling from his lips - and, eagerly, almost desperately, he wraps his callused fingers around his own cock, starting to stroke himself in a clumsy, shaky rhythm. His muscles start to go a bit taut, the sounds he's making occasionally slanting more towards a low growl, a feral hiss.
Letting go.
It takes Alfred's everything not to fumble the braid at that little comment. Grateful that he's standing behind Georg, he flushes quite red, voice turning just a little bashful.
"Ah, w-well, it's-" His voice cracks, and mentally, he curses himself a little. He clears his throat.
"It can be...very delicate, when you want it to be."
"Ah, w-well, it's-" His voice cracks, and mentally, he curses himself a little. He clears his throat.
"It can be...very delicate, when you want it to be."
It's perfect. It's beautiful. Delicious. There are not enough words to describe the way Alfred looks like this. Muscles taut, hand stuttering over his cock. And oh, the noises he makes. Georg groans and ruts his hips into the mattress.
He's hard. Achingly so. But that's secondary to driving Alfred absolutely mad. He redoubles his efforts and delves his tongue into Alfred, licking deep. Curling his tongue inside him with a pleased moan.
He's hard. Achingly so. But that's secondary to driving Alfred absolutely mad. He redoubles his efforts and delves his tongue into Alfred, licking deep. Curling his tongue inside him with a pleased moan.
"Oh, my darling, I'm so glad you like it. I've been dying to do this for you for ages but I'll admit I'd been a little hesitant about shortening my nails." Still, they'll be nearly grown back by tomorrow night. He just hadn't done this in so very long that it feels so new to him, too.
Herbert hums his approval at the way Alfred rolls his hips, squeezing his thigh encouragingly. "Just like that, love. Move in whatever way feels good to you."
Herbert hums his approval at the way Alfred rolls his hips, squeezing his thigh encouragingly. "Just like that, love. Move in whatever way feels good to you."
No, it's certainly not the first time Herbert's ridden him like this. But it is the first time Alfred's dictated his movements. Forced him to go slow rather than hard and fast like he likes. But this, of he's finding he rather likes this, too. The slow dragslide of their skin against each other, the slight roughness of the friction inside him, just on this side of too much.
Then Alfred's hips jerk up and Herbert gasps, sinking down onto him all at once and grinding hard. "Oh just like that, please Alfred."
Then Alfred's hips jerk up and Herbert gasps, sinking down onto him all at once and grinding hard. "Oh just like that, please Alfred."
The gasp, the grind - Alfred's moan nearly becomes a shout, a shiver running through him. "Y-yes," he hisses, nudging off the high heels so he can flatten his feet on the mattress for leverage. One restless hand lands on Herbert's hip, trembling there, lightly guiding -
The other wraps around his lover's cock, stroking him as he starts into a rhythm, bucking his hips up to meet each time Herbert descends.
His words have left him, for the moment - not out of fear, but because it feels so GOOD, so right. His mouth finds its way to Herbert's neck again, kissing there, moans humming against pale skin.
The other wraps around his lover's cock, stroking him as he starts into a rhythm, bucking his hips up to meet each time Herbert descends.
His words have left him, for the moment - not out of fear, but because it feels so GOOD, so right. His mouth finds its way to Herbert's neck again, kissing there, moans humming against pale skin.
One hand twists in Alfred's hair, the other gripping the headboard hard as he finds and matches Alfred's rhythm. Sinking down as he thrusts up and oh and oh oh, it's so much. Alfred feels massive like this, filling him completely, like Herbert's body was made only to accommodate Alfred's cock and it's good, so good.
He can't quite find words either, only oh and yes and Alfred as they move together like this.
He can't quite find words either, only oh and yes and Alfred as they move together like this.
"I - mhhhnhhh - I'm glad you - you did," Alfred pants, trying to be coherent and beginning to fail at it. "Means a lot th-that you would...go...to the troubleeeAAAH-"
His words come to a halt as he tries a different movement, letting the three slender fingers hit him a little deeper. Instinctively, he starts to move a little more, the bucking of his hips trying to find a bit of a rhythm.
This is so new to him - but he likes it. He finds himself wanting more of it.
His words come to a halt as he tries a different movement, letting the three slender fingers hit him a little deeper. Instinctively, he starts to move a little more, the bucking of his hips trying to find a bit of a rhythm.
This is so new to him - but he likes it. He finds himself wanting more of it.
Oh, Hebert looks overjoyed. Like he just found a new toy and he can't wait to play with it all day. Or night, as it were.
He crooks his fingers just a little, keeping them against that spot deep inside Alfred to let him work himself against it. "It's alright if you finish, my darling. We can give you a breather afterwards before I make love to you properly."
He crooks his fingers just a little, keeping them against that spot deep inside Alfred to let him work himself against it. "It's alright if you finish, my darling. We can give you a breather afterwards before I make love to you properly."
Herbert isn't saying much - and Alfred knows enough to know that means he's enjoying himself IMMENSELY. The hand in his hair only bolsters his energy, and he can feel himself sliding swiftly towards the edge, growling little affirmations and Herbert's name in broken tones.
He speeds up just a little, both his thrusting and his hand, forehead and chest damp with sweat, lipstick smeared EVERYWHERE, still feeling the embrace of the corset around his waist....
"Engel," he finally groans, crystal blue eyes looking up through chestnut lashes. "You're - you're doing so good for me, my love - I'm - I'm getting so close-"
The hand on Herbert's hip moves up to twine in silky blonde hair and give it a little tug.
"Come with me."
He speeds up just a little, both his thrusting and his hand, forehead and chest damp with sweat, lipstick smeared EVERYWHERE, still feeling the embrace of the corset around his waist....
"Engel," he finally groans, crystal blue eyes looking up through chestnut lashes. "You're - you're doing so good for me, my love - I'm - I'm getting so close-"
The hand on Herbert's hip moves up to twine in silky blonde hair and give it a little tug.
"Come with me."
Well, that's it. There's no coming back from that.
Herbert's motion, his words - they're rewarded with the sight of Alfred whining, the careful bucking quickly dissolving into desperate, writhing motions as he fucks himself on his lover's hand.
He's getting so CLOSE, he can feel it - and without even touching himself, despite the throbbing of his cock.
"H-Herbert," he whines, hands twining in the bedsheets to give him more leverage. "Oh, Herbert-"
Herbert's motion, his words - they're rewarded with the sight of Alfred whining, the careful bucking quickly dissolving into desperate, writhing motions as he fucks himself on his lover's hand.
He's getting so CLOSE, he can feel it - and without even touching himself, despite the throbbing of his cock.
"H-Herbert," he whines, hands twining in the bedsheets to give him more leverage. "Oh, Herbert-"
He barely has to move his hand, with all the moving and squirming Alfred is doing against the bed. It's quite sight to see, and Herbert is enjoying every moment of it. He strokes his hand over Alfred's thigh, down to cup and squeeze his ass as Alfred thrusts against his hand.
"I love it when you stutter like that. It means I'm doing something that feels good to you."
"I love it when you stutter like that. It means I'm doing something that feels good to you."
Alfred looks completely debauched, utterly wanton. Between the feeling of Alfred's hand on him and the gentle but demanding orders he's giving, Herbert can feel himself plummeting towards the edge. He grips the headboard so hard he swears he can hear it crack but he pays it no mind.
Instead, he grinds down against Alfred desperately, his moans rising in pitch until they reach a crescendo as he climaxes, his head falling forward against Alfred's shoulder with a groan.
Instead, he grinds down against Alfred desperately, his moans rising in pitch until they reach a crescendo as he climaxes, his head falling forward against Alfred's shoulder with a groan.
In spite of the - situation - he is currently in, a lopsided little smile tugs at Alfred's lips. Herbert likes his stutter. Like so many other things he had been told were wrong about himself...Herbert loves those things.
"Feels - so good, it feels SO good," he whines, back starting to arch, thigh muscles and ass tensed under Herbert's hands. "Love - you-"
With a shuddering cry, he comes, spilling all over his own bare chest and abdomen until he relaxes again, trembling and panting through breaths he doesn't need.
"Feels - so good, it feels SO good," he whines, back starting to arch, thigh muscles and ass tensed under Herbert's hands. "Love - you-"
With a shuddering cry, he comes, spilling all over his own bare chest and abdomen until he relaxes again, trembling and panting through breaths he doesn't need.
And Herbert carefully takes his hand away and wraps him up in a tight embrace, letting him shudder and pant his way through the aftershocks of it all. "Now you see why I'm so demanding of you," he teases gently, nuzzling at Alfred's jaw. Pressing the softest of kisses to his neck. "That's how good it feels when you do it to me."
It's finally done. It had taken him a month or so to gather all the materials and move everything into the room (with the help of Koukol and Herbert). It's complete, now. A huge table for measuring and cutting fabrics. And speaking of fabrics, there are all manner of them leaning against the wall. Most in colours that Alfred would wear, a few things that Herbert would wear.
On the table are several baskets. One filled with ribbon and trim, on filled with all colours of thread, one filled with pincushions and needles and thimbles and whatever Alfred might need to sew by hand. But only if he wants to, since there is a modern sewing machine all set up and ready to be used on a second table. There are yardsticks and tape measures -- Georg had pestered the poor tailor in town for any suggestions as to what the room should have.
And now he's standing in front of the room with Alfred, his hands covering Alfred's eyes. "Promise not to peek until I tell you to?"
On the table are several baskets. One filled with ribbon and trim, on filled with all colours of thread, one filled with pincushions and needles and thimbles and whatever Alfred might need to sew by hand. But only if he wants to, since there is a modern sewing machine all set up and ready to be used on a second table. There are yardsticks and tape measures -- Georg had pestered the poor tailor in town for any suggestions as to what the room should have.
And now he's standing in front of the room with Alfred, his hands covering Alfred's eyes. "Promise not to peek until I tell you to?"
Alfred is excited about this - not least of all because he can sense that Georg is excited, too. He's been really working at this, since he had mentioned it...and, admittedly? For a man who asks for little, Alfred is so very curious about what the older vampire had seen fit to do on his behalf.
"I promise, I promise," he giggles, grinning behind cool, delicate fingers. "You've worked so hard, I would never spoil it now."
"I promise, I promise," he giggles, grinning behind cool, delicate fingers. "You've worked so hard, I would never spoil it now."
"All right, all right." He opens the door and carefully leads Alfred in, keeping one hand over his eyes even though he knows Alfred will keep them closed. It's part of the fun of it, after all.
He closes the door shut behind them and rests his hands on Alfred's shoulders. Trying not to be too nervous. Oh, what if he hates it? He'd be too polite to say so, surely.
But it's now or never and Georg is happy to not have a heartbeat, or his heart would be hammering in his chest.
"All right. Open them."
He closes the door shut behind them and rests his hands on Alfred's shoulders. Trying not to be too nervous. Oh, what if he hates it? He'd be too polite to say so, surely.
But it's now or never and Georg is happy to not have a heartbeat, or his heart would be hammering in his chest.
"All right. Open them."
Obediently, Alfred follows where he is guided...stepping out into the room.
When indicated, he opens his eyes - and he GASPS, hands flying to his mouth. It's so BIG, and it's nice, and it's thoughtful, and - it's for HIM. A space...just for him to ENJOY, not a space for utility, not for necessity.
"Oh, GEORG," he squeaks, stepping forward to lay a hand on that huge table, running his long fingers over the surface a moment before turning to Von Krolock with a massive grin and huge, tearful blue eyes.
"This - this is - this is for me? This is really - you did all of this for me?"
When indicated, he opens his eyes - and he GASPS, hands flying to his mouth. It's so BIG, and it's nice, and it's thoughtful, and - it's for HIM. A space...just for him to ENJOY, not a space for utility, not for necessity.
"Oh, GEORG," he squeaks, stepping forward to lay a hand on that huge table, running his long fingers over the surface a moment before turning to Von Krolock with a massive grin and huge, tearful blue eyes.
"This - this is - this is for me? This is really - you did all of this for me?"
"Oh -- " He brings his fingers to his mouth, surprised but pleased at Alfred's pleased reaction.
It takes him a moment to find his voice again. "You like it? Truly? If there's anything missing, please let me know and I'll find it for you. But I wanted you to have this space for yourself. To work, to play. Ah, I even found -- "
He gestures to some of the dressmaker's dummies in the corner. "From when I had a valet who mended my suits."
It takes him a moment to find his voice again. "You like it? Truly? If there's anything missing, please let me know and I'll find it for you. But I wanted you to have this space for yourself. To work, to play. Ah, I even found -- "
He gestures to some of the dressmaker's dummies in the corner. "From when I had a valet who mended my suits."
There are tears rolling down Alfred's cheeks - he paces a little, side to side, looking it all over again for a moment - before he sharply turns, rushing over to Georg to practically tackle him with a tight hug.
"I don't like it, Georg, I LOVE it - it's - it's perfect, it's just perfect!"
He knows how Georg frets, how he second guesses...and so he shows his appreciation in the best way he knows how. He opens his mind, his heart, letting his giddy excitement spill out of him for the older vampire to FEEL.
"I don't like it, Georg, I LOVE it - it's - it's perfect, it's just perfect!"
He knows how Georg frets, how he second guesses...and so he shows his appreciation in the best way he knows how. He opens his mind, his heart, letting his giddy excitement spill out of him for the older vampire to FEEL.
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