"Alfred," he breathes, reaching behind him to grip at a pillow, digging his claws into it to try and ground himself. He's trying to stay still but his hips are twitching, fingers flexing against Alfred's scalp and he can feel now close to the edge he's getting. Teetering on the very brink, constantly in danger of falling over but trying to pull himself back.

He keeps his gaze on the canopy overhead, because he knows that if he looks down, if he sees Alfred's lips stretched around his cock like that, bright red and glistening, he'll lose it completely.