Well, that's it. There's no coming back from that.

Herbert's motion, his words - they're rewarded with the sight of Alfred whining, the careful bucking quickly dissolving into desperate, writhing motions as he fucks himself on his lover's hand.

He's getting so CLOSE, he can feel it - and without even touching himself, despite the throbbing of his cock.

"H-Herbert," he whines, hands twining in the bedsheets to give him more leverage. "Oh, Herbert-"