It's too much. How is he meant to resist all that? The blood on his lips, that sultry, half lidded gaze. The beautiful way his pale skin pinkens. Herbert shucks his shirt aside, barely making it out of his trousers before he's in the tub and straddling Alfred.

He smears his thumb through the blood on Alfred's lips and licks it off with moan of relief and pleasure. Finally able to taste some part of him. "I want very badly to kiss you right now, my sweet Alfred." Since the boy probably deserves some sort of warning before Herbert descends upon him.