That tug, that plea - that's all the encouragement Alfred needs. He's a little nervous about this part, but at this point he's more lost in his desire than he is afraid of doing poorly...and so he pulls his fingers out of Herbert, reaching out to fetch a little more oil. He slicks himself down with a little groan, positions the head at Herbert's entrance....

And then erupts in a sudden, LOUD moan as he slowly presses himself inside his lover, inch by inch until they are skin to skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt, tight, close, overwhelming - his whole body trembles as he takes a moment to lay still atop Herbert, trying to get used to it.

That dominance, that possessiveness - it's surprising to Alfred, but it feels... empowering. Another wave of lust roils from within him, need, pleasure...but as he looks into Herbert's eyes, there is also something burning bright as the sun.

Love.

This isn't just sex to Alfred. In the end, the purpose of this is to make love.