"Oh please -- " Alfred's fingers are rubbing against just the right spot, and Herbert feels sparks of pleasure rolling up his spine. He tries pressing his palms flat against the mattress, tries to be good and not touch, but his fingers curl against the sheets, nails digging holes into them.

"Alfred, my love. My sun and stars, you are driving me absolutely mad. Please, please, let me feel you. All of you. I need you inside me so badly."