And wind him tighter he most certainly is - the rubbing is rewarded with panting, with twitching, with Alfred's hands not really knowing where to go or what to do and clutching desperately at the bedsheets, at his lover. The pleasure pulsing through him is white hot, making him squirm and writhe in ways he has no control over whatsoever.
The admission that Herbert hasn't topped in over a CENTURY snaps him out of it for just a moment, a look of wonder crossing his face amidst the desire...but the fact that he is willing to do this, willing to step away from his habits for Alfred's sake?
It makes him feel special. Loved.
His hands meet the hand wandering over his chest, pulling it up so that he can kiss the back of it, the palm. "I - I would love that, Engel. I - hnnnn - I want to understand what...what you feel...when I'm making love to you...."
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Date: 2022-03-10 04:25 am (UTC)The admission that Herbert hasn't topped in over a CENTURY snaps him out of it for just a moment, a look of wonder crossing his face amidst the desire...but the fact that he is willing to do this, willing to step away from his habits for Alfred's sake?
It makes him feel special. Loved.
His hands meet the hand wandering over his chest, pulling it up so that he can kiss the back of it, the palm. "I - I would love that, Engel. I - hnnnn - I want to understand what...what you feel...when I'm making love to you...."