The gasp, the grind - Alfred's moan nearly becomes a shout, a shiver running through him. "Y-yes," he hisses, nudging off the high heels so he can flatten his feet on the mattress for leverage. One restless hand lands on Herbert's hip, trembling there, lightly guiding -

The other wraps around his lover's cock, stroking him as he starts into a rhythm, bucking his hips up to meet each time Herbert descends.

His words have left him, for the moment - not out of fear, but because it feels so GOOD, so right. His mouth finds its way to Herbert's neck again, kissing there, moans humming against pale skin.