The whimper is met with a little chuckle, something a little devious as he watches Herbert move back, sit. Walking up in front of him, Alfred drops to his knees, planting teasing little kisses against calves, knees, inner thighs...getting closer, closer, but never quite touching where he knows it's needed the most.

Occasionally, he looks up at his lover, through the eyelashes Herbert loves so much, eyes blazing.

"Do you want me to touch you, Engel?"