Herbert is falling right in line with his part in this, and it...encourages Alfred, that demure edge to his tone spurring another stroke over where his own erection strains against the fabric of his underwear. He groans a little as he stands, crossing the distance between himself and his lover, reaching out to cup his chin with both hands and pull him in for a deep, searching kiss.

After a moment, he pulls back, whispering hoarsely in reply -

"Yes. Sit on the edge of it for me."