Somewhere in the back of Alfred's mind, he is bewildered at this turn of events - horrified at himself, guilty. But for the moment, he's not at the wheel, unable to control himself, every action driven solely by physical need. The pressure against him makes him keen, high pitched, through his bared fangs...the purring of Georg's voice, right there on top of him....
His subconscious brushes against the dream he had, and he gasps a little, his hips first twitching, then openly starting to grind into the older vampire's thigh. He starts to harden within the confines of his trousers, and those waves of desire he tends to cast out only grow, whirl, consume him.
His hands, crooked into claws, clench and relax up where they are pinned...but he isn't struggling to get away now.
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Date: 2022-01-04 04:34 am (UTC)His subconscious brushes against the dream he had, and he gasps a little, his hips first twitching, then openly starting to grind into the older vampire's thigh. He starts to harden within the confines of his trousers, and those waves of desire he tends to cast out only grow, whirl, consume him.
His hands, crooked into claws, clench and relax up where they are pinned...but he isn't struggling to get away now.