Herbert isn't saying much - and Alfred knows enough to know that means he's enjoying himself IMMENSELY. The hand in his hair only bolsters his energy, and he can feel himself sliding swiftly towards the edge, growling little affirmations and Herbert's name in broken tones.

He speeds up just a little, both his thrusting and his hand, forehead and chest damp with sweat, lipstick smeared EVERYWHERE, still feeling the embrace of the corset around his waist....

"Engel," he finally groans, crystal blue eyes looking up through chestnut lashes. "You're - you're doing so good for me, my love - I'm - I'm getting so close-"

The hand on Herbert's hip moves up to twine in silky blonde hair and give it a little tug.

"Come with me."