Finally drawing back from the pale skin of his lover's throat, Alfred drags his tongue up and over the bite to clean it, continuing clear up until his lips are right up against Herbert's ear again. His teasing hand stills the strokes, but presses in hard, gripping just a little.
"Not yet. Patience, moonlight." Finally, his voice out loud really DOES match that dark tone in his head, sharp, heavy with lust.
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Date: 2022-02-05 01:00 pm (UTC)"Not yet. Patience, moonlight." Finally, his voice out loud really DOES match that dark tone in his head, sharp, heavy with lust.
"To my bed, first."