With every lap of his tongue, every touch, every moan, Alfred feels like he's being pulled in further and further. Being with Herbert always feels so bright, colorful, a passion that changes everything around them. This? This is like slipping into a dark room, enveloped in velvet and lust and the promise of more, more.
It's exciting.
When Georg tilts his head, beckons, Alfred hesitates for only a moment. Even now, he still doesn't bite often during sex. It brings out a side of him that he's still coming to grips with, the feeling of drinking directing from someone. But right now...right now is the time, and it's the COUNT HIMSELF, and -
Hissing with unexpected ferocity, he sinks his fangs in, drinking deep and purring from deep in his chest. The rhythm he is trying to find gets more insistent, strength starting to rock his hips just a bit harder.
Uncontrolled, the waves of lust, of need, of want roil off of him like a tidal wave, along with...images. Images of things that never really happened.
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Date: 2022-02-04 04:21 am (UTC)It's exciting.
When Georg tilts his head, beckons, Alfred hesitates for only a moment. Even now, he still doesn't bite often during sex. It brings out a side of him that he's still coming to grips with, the feeling of drinking directing from someone. But right now...right now is the time, and it's the COUNT HIMSELF, and -
Hissing with unexpected ferocity, he sinks his fangs in, drinking deep and purring from deep in his chest. The rhythm he is trying to find gets more insistent, strength starting to rock his hips just a bit harder.
Uncontrolled, the waves of lust, of need, of want roil off of him like a tidal wave, along with...images. Images of things that never really happened.