Okay, that...that makes him look to Herbert's face in confusion and surprise. He did not say that out loud, he's certain of that. So how could he have reacted?
Maybe it's...coincidence, somehow. For now, his attentions are elsewhere, and he opts to let it go.
"Good," he manages, that strong, dark tone from his thoughts only a shadow in his spoken word. That's all he can say, unsure about saying more. But in his head....
'Your turn to be the good boy, Herbert.'
Finally that second finger presses in, stretching him further. He's going to need to be well relaxed to take Alfred anyhow. The hand wrapped around Herbert's shaft moves just a little, pumping once or twice, slow and teasing.
But his hand is shaking. His own restraint is starting to slip.
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Date: 2021-12-23 07:48 am (UTC)Maybe it's...coincidence, somehow. For now, his attentions are elsewhere, and he opts to let it go.
"Good," he manages, that strong, dark tone from his thoughts only a shadow in his spoken word. That's all he can say, unsure about saying more. But in his head....
'Your turn to be the good boy, Herbert.'
Finally that second finger presses in, stretching him further. He's going to need to be well relaxed to take Alfred anyhow. The hand wrapped around Herbert's shaft moves just a little, pumping once or twice, slow and teasing.
But his hand is shaking. His own restraint is starting to slip.