Alfred arches his back into the press of Herbert's fingers - responding with a pleased hiss at the pressure. He had never thought himself the type to like a little pain in this context, but...well, theory versus practice.

...Okay, maybe it's not coincidence. Can Herbert read minds? Is that what's happening? Is it because of their connection, the fact that they are being intimate?

Whatever it is, hearing those words - it makes Alfred moan loudly against his lover's throat, his fangs skating lightly over his skin. The request is met aloud with just a soft "Mhmm," but....

'Since you asked so nicely.... In goes the third finger, smoothly gliding into the rhythm he's worked up. Just a bit more gentle stretching...soon.