"Oh you beautiful, lovely, wonderful boy," Herbert coos, and strokes his hair gently, wrapping an arm around him to hold him close. They can take this slow, he tells himself. Alfred has never been with a man before, after all. And he's only just been turned. So much is so new for the poor thing.
He's not sure what would have happened, if they hadn't come to the castle to rescue Sarah. Perhaps Herbert would have gone to him in the night, as Georg had with Sarah. Tried to lure him out somehow. To coax him into coming to the ball with him.
For now, he strokes his hand over the back of Alfred's neck, his shoulder, over his -- oh, very lovely -- bicep. "You could kiss me, if you wanted. Or we could get out of the tub and lie together in bed until we have to go down to the crypt."
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Date: 2021-11-27 04:31 am (UTC)He's not sure what would have happened, if they hadn't come to the castle to rescue Sarah. Perhaps Herbert would have gone to him in the night, as Georg had with Sarah. Tried to lure him out somehow. To coax him into coming to the ball with him.
For now, he strokes his hand over the back of Alfred's neck, his shoulder, over his -- oh, very lovely -- bicep. "You could kiss me, if you wanted. Or we could get out of the tub and lie together in bed until we have to go down to the crypt."