"Yes -- oh yes, my love." He wants to wipe every thought of that girl from his mind. Herbert purrs and drags his tongue over the twisted scar tissue on his neck, nipping here and there before finding the place he wants and sinking his teeth in.

Blood rushes over his tongue and he shudders, hooking his leg over Alfred's hip and rocking up against him. He clings to his lover's back, fingers twisting in his hair, body clenching as he's filled with a renewed sense of lust and passion at the taste of his partner's blood on his tongue.