All his life, Alfred had been told he was too cowardly, too cautious - but honestly, he had never quite understood why. He has always been drawn to that which frightens him...a love of horror stories and dark stage plays had been with him since early adolescence. He liked the thrill of it, even if he was scared.

Maybe that's part of why he's so willing to walk with Georg this way now, allowing himself to be pulled in. He moans a little against Georg's lips as his hips are grabbed, as their bodies fit neatly together.

Something in the back of his head remembers the last time they were this close, the sensations that followed...but this time, he has himself, he's not lost, he's not buried in his own head. He can resist the urge to throw himself into this.

Even if only to prolong it. To have fun.