Herbert holds very still, letting Alfred explore his face. Like he's trying to memorize him somehow. And he finds he quite likes that, the studious care that Alfred takes in learning his face.

Then Alfred pulls his hands back and Herbert catches one of them, kissing his fingertips. "How am I possibly meant to hold still when I know your fingers feel like that against my skin? I won't be able to stop watching your hands. Waiting for the moment when you touch me again."