When Herbert starts the slow ride, it's all Alfred can do not to thrust up just yet, to keep his hips relatively still as he feels his lover slowly envelop and release him, over and over again.

They've made love many times by now, and it's certainly not the first time Alfred has had Herbert ride him...but it's certainly the first time he's really let himself loose, moaning and restlessly kissing, nipping, and licking at Herbert's shoulders and chest as if he can't stop. The kiss is reciprocated with trembling, messy lips - and when Herbert pulls back enough to speak, Alfred is gasping, voice hoarse with pleasure but softened with fondness.

"I love you - so much, Engel. You're - you're so beautiful. So - mmh - so perfect...."

His hips give an uncontrollable little twitch, meeting one of Herbert's movements downward halfway.