The stretch coaxes a hiss out of Alfred, his hips winding...but then Herbert is talking. He's talking, and the words are sincere, sweet, so gentle and loving and caring.
Despite the situation, he finds the presence of mind to shift his restless grip on the free hand, holding it firmly against his still heart with both of his own slender, work-worn hands. He tears up a little bit, but not with pain, not at all.
"...That - that's so...so beautiful, my moonlight. You're...you're my everything. No matter what we are doing, how we are doing it I - ah - I love you. You make me feel...complete."
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Date: 2022-03-10 11:52 pm (UTC)Despite the situation, he finds the presence of mind to shift his restless grip on the free hand, holding it firmly against his still heart with both of his own slender, work-worn hands. He tears up a little bit, but not with pain, not at all.
"...That - that's so...so beautiful, my moonlight. You're...you're my everything. No matter what we are doing, how we are doing it I - ah - I love you. You make me feel...complete."