The sound that tumbles from Alfred as the fangs pierce his skin is a new one for Georg's ears, coming from him - a low, almost bestial growl, a sharp hiss of pleasure from behind fangs that drop down of their own volition. It isn't so far removed from that day when he had lost himself...but he's still very much there, still very much Alfred.
It's just that he's letting himself go, giving in to the urges, letting Georg take him as he wants to. He pants as he feels that shift, feels the grinding, feels his own cock hardening the rest of the way in response to all the stimulation. His hips try to find some kind of rhythm, sweat already starting to bead on his forehead and chest.
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Date: 2022-02-03 06:04 am (UTC)It's just that he's letting himself go, giving in to the urges, letting Georg take him as he wants to. He pants as he feels that shift, feels the grinding, feels his own cock hardening the rest of the way in response to all the stimulation. His hips try to find some kind of rhythm, sweat already starting to bead on his forehead and chest.