"You're asking me so nicely, Engel..."

His fingers pulse in and out, trying to stay steady but shaking a little with restraint. Alfred swallows hard, mouth dry, panting uselessly with his mouth hanging a little open. Just about time, but - before he finally gives in -

"...I think you can ask me even more nicely, though." He crooks his fingers upward, increasing the pressure very, very slowly. His eyes flash a little as he watches for Herbert's reaction, his voice going so dark, so rough, echoing in Herbert's mind even as he speaks the words aloud-

"BEG me, my moonlight."