Alfred looks completely debauched, utterly wanton. Between the feeling of Alfred's hand on him and the gentle but demanding orders he's giving, Herbert can feel himself plummeting towards the edge. He grips the headboard so hard he swears he can hear it crack but he pays it no mind.

Instead, he grinds down against Alfred desperately, his moans rising in pitch until they reach a crescendo as he climaxes, his head falling forward against Alfred's shoulder with a groan.