The makeup is smeared everywhere, but Alfred just doesn't care - he's too far gone, gleefully lost in the pleasure of that sweet, slow grind. He groans, hisses, bucks his hips just a little. Holding it together, but only just...arms wrapping around Herbert as if he can't get close enough. He tries to content himself with waiting, letting his lover decide....

But then - then Herbert is pleading, wanting more orders, and - oh, he almost loses it then and there. Leaning so that his lips are near his ear, he murmurs, voice a low, desperate growl.

"I want you to start slow. I want you t-to feel every inch of me. Until we can't hold back any longer. I want to - to lose myself for a little while...here...with you." His nails dig a little into the small of Herbert's back.