Perhaps if Alfred realized he had an audience for his thoughts, he would be a little more flustered - but all he knows is that thinking that way is making him feel good, strong...and Herbert is definitely enjoying himself, so he must be doing something right.

The fingers inside Herbert twist and dance together, his pace quickening just a little with growing impatience. His other hand leaves his lover's cock in favor of sliding up his body as he leans up, giving better access to Herbert grabbing him.

In this position, he can resume kissing and lapping at his neck and shoulders, hips twitching as he can't quite keep himself from grinding against the pale skin of Herbert's hip.

Once again, he can't manage words, only a low moan and a keening whine at the feeling of nails on his skin. Another powerful wave of pure need rolls off him like thunder, and only two words echo in his mind, an intrusive thought that makes him visibly shudder, eyes a bit dark:

'You're MINE.'