That's such a sensitive spot for Alfred, that crease - he hums high-pitched in his throat under the attention, unable to stop himself from rocking his hips a little bit. With Herbert, he's gotten used to topping, to being in control; even when his lover goes down on him, it's still clear that he's got the reins.

Giving them up is...new. It's different, and it makes him feel different. Georg makes him feel...wild.

When he feels that chilly, delicate cheekbone graze against his shaft, he hisses, a shudder running through his whole body.