In spite of the - situation - he is currently in, a lopsided little smile tugs at Alfred's lips. Herbert likes his stutter. Like so many other things he had been told were wrong about himself...Herbert loves those things.

"Feels - so good, it feels SO good," he whines, back starting to arch, thigh muscles and ass tensed under Herbert's hands. "Love - you-"

With a shuddering cry, he comes, spilling all over his own bare chest and abdomen until he relaxes again, trembling and panting through breaths he doesn't need.