And that kiss is rewarded with a low, needy noise. His hips shift a little, enough that their lengths slide together momentarily and Herbert hisses through his teeth at the feeling of it but he can behave. For Alfred, he can be good.

"Let's -- " His voice cracks slightly and he clears his throat, smiling down at Alfred and caressing his cheek tenderly. "Let's dry off, then. And we can lie in bed until sunrise. How are you feeling, mon cheri? Warmer, I hope. You're certainly looking better than you were at the door."