It's taking everything in Alfred not to speed up his own strokes - there's a sheen of sweat already forming on his forehead, on his chest. He looks drawn taut, like a spring could snap at any moment and he could be on top of his lover.

But he isn't. He's taking this slow, very slow. And there's a dark bit of him that really wants to hear Herbert come completely undone.

"...Just like that," he purrs, purposefully pushing against the briefs so Herbert gets just a glimpse of what's happening in there. "A little more, a little faster...nngh - but-" His eyes flash, flicking from Herbert's hand to his face and back again.

"Don't you dare come yet."