He carefully pours more water over Alfred's hair, working his fingers through it. Massaging his scalp gently, trailing his nails down over his neck and shoulders before moving back up to his head.

Herbert can practically smell the lust coming off of Alfred. The sheer need and want in the expression on his face, the way he's breathing. Herbert wants him. Wants to climb into the tub and just --

But no. He'll wait. He'll be good.