Alfred looks down, in spite of himself, as Georg purrs against him, enticing words that have him shaking.

And if the words didn't already, the sight, the FEELING of the older vampire's mouth sliding down around his cock would more than certainly have done the job. He cries out, a low, shuddering sound, trying his best to stay still because that tongue, the faint scrape of fangs, long, careful fingers wrapped around him could send him spilling over the edge too quickly if he dares add to the sensation.

"Oh g-god, G-Georg - Georg-!"

When the other man pulls back, he hisses and whines, writhing a little despite his better efforts.