Oh, the end of that kiss - it leaves Alfred looking flushed and a bit lost, the anxiety in his eyes yielding to lust, to need.

Of course, of course Georg is a gentleman about this, asking boundaries. It's reassuring, really, even though Alfred has already made the decision.

He shudders as his lips are stroked, the faint memory of blood being smeared by that thumb haunting him.

"I...." His voice is low, trembling, husky. He swallows hard. "...I want...I want...more."