Visibly, Alfred shudders at that whine, at the pleading - his own cock throbs a little within the confines of his underwear, and he flashes a mischievous little smile as he reaches down for another lazy little stroke over it.

He's following his instincts, but also thinking about some of the things from the books he had read - pages that had, during his research, had him go from taking notes to gasping breathlessly with one hand in his pants.

It's just a matter of knowing which things to try. For now, he settles on raising one leg to plant a high heel square in the center of Herbert's chest...pushing gently.

"Patience, patience," he growls, scarcely able to believe that's even his own voice. "I want you to want it more than this. Scoot back onto the bed for me."