That's it. That hum, that deep lick, the feeling of Georg's long nails against the skin of his ass, the desperate working of his own hand around his cock - everything culminates together all at once, and Alfred practically roars, body going rigid as he comes hard into his palm.

It takes him a minute before he starts to relax a little, shuddering, blue eyes half-lidded as he looks down to the Count.

He still can't...quite believe this is happening, but...well.

He had dreamed about it once, after all.