Whatever Herbert is coming to grips with, the edges of it needle Alfred, bother him in a way he can't quite fully ignore - but he tries, oh he tries, especially under the attentions of long nails, soft lips, searching tongue. There are spots around his thighs and hips that make the little groans go quite loud indeed, and he's struggling not to move headlong into round two.
Part of his body, quite visibly, is beginning to disagree.
Biting his lip, he tries to think about the dream. It had been strange, with him leading Sarah on, with the Count looking...that way, with Herbert-
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Date: 2021-12-29 07:49 am (UTC)Part of his body, quite visibly, is beginning to disagree.
Biting his lip, he tries to think about the dream. It had been strange, with him leading Sarah on, with the Count looking...that way, with Herbert-
Wait.
"...You can guide...dreams, you said?"