The size of him means that even with all the preparation, the tightness is still...oh, it's so much. Even the tiny movements from him trying to adjust make him shudder, gasping and clutching at the pillows on either side of Herbert.

Tenderly, he smiles, placing first a soft kiss before murmuring, aloud, barely above a whisper.

"I love you, too, Herbert. My Engel. My moonlight." His lips lock over the vampire's again, lush and passionate. It feels... wonderful, saying that aloud.

And then, slowly...he starts to move, grinding himself in for a moment before beginning a slow, tentative thrust.