Every time Alfred comes so close to put his mouth where Herbert wants it and then pulls away at the last moment, Herbert whines helplessly, each noise he makes growing higher and more breathless with need. It's that mischievous little look in Alfred's eyes that pushes him even higher. Wanting to know what comes next.
"I want very much for you to touch me, my love, yes."
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"I want very much for you to touch me, my love, yes."