He is just a little too lost in the afterglow and the realization that he himself has psychic powers for that information to really sink in - for now, he just smiles a goofy little smile, completely enamored with the man under him.
Which...he really should probably get...out of. Bracing himself, he groans as he raises his hips enough to slide free, rolling over so that he can nestle up in Herbert's arms instead.
Blindly, he reaches to where the nightstand should be for a towel.
He is...confused when said nightstand is a good foot away from where he is expecting.
Herbert sighs as Alfred pulls away and settles back against the pillow, more than happy to snuggle up with him comfortably like this.
-- and then lets out a giggle when he looks up to see what's made Alfred pause. "Yes, ah, you were quite. Forceful. I don't think my bed's ever been moved like that. We can move it back later."
The laugh that escapes him is sheepish, a blush rising to his cheeks. "I...keep forgetting how strong I am now. I didn't think about how it would...affect...this."
But Herbert seemed to like it, and that's comfort enough. He traces little patterns on his partner's chest with one fingertip in a soft, fond little motion.
His heart feels...full, his eyes bright with affection.
"I'm really quite fond of how strong you are. I find it very attractive," he purrs, stroking his fingertips lazily back and forth over Alfred's back as his lover lays against him. "Perhaps we'll push the bed against the wall to keep it from moving, in the future.
That is, if you'd like to do this again," Herbert teases lightly.
Alfred shivers a little under the light strokes of Herbert's nails. His nerves all still feel charged, sensitive - and he is growing to love the feeling of his lover's touch more and more each night.
"Of course I do," he giggles, shyly. "It was...it was amazing, being with you like that. It felt...new, but it also felt...right."
"It felt absolutely right," he murmurs in agreement, nuzzling at Alfred's hair and dropping soft kisses there. "And don't think I'm going to let you go just yet. There's so much of you I haven't explored yet. I'd like to be very thorough with my work on memorizing every inch of your body. If you're amenable to it."
He purrs at the nuzzling, body curling a little against Herbert in a catlike fashion. He's not quite sure what he means to do, exploring...but he feels content, done with hiding himself from his lover's view.
"Yes - I mean, of course, Engel. I'm...I'm yours."
His hand flutters to his own scar, touching where the new puncture marks have broken through. He grins, fanged and crooked.
"All mine, I quite like the sound of that. I just need to decide where to start. Shall I begin with your ankles and work my way up? Or start with your shoulders and move down. Either way I plan on making a map of your body, using my hands and mouth."
"And be a good boy, that's exactly right." Herbert rolls over on top of him and gives him a brief but firm kiss. Then, with a grin, he slides down Alfred's body and kisses the inside of first one ankle, then the other.
Alfred hums a little into the kiss, into the pressure of Herbert rolling on top of him. It sort of reminds him of the first time they met, only this time, he's not scared out of his wits.
Really, there's a lot about that night he maybe hasn't fully processed yet.
"I'll try my best not to squirm," he chuckles, letting his head relax back to stare upward. "But I can be a little...a little ticklish in places."
"Well don't tell me that. Then I'll want to find them all so I know where best to attack."
He strokes the sides of Alfred's calves, then lifts one foot to set it on the bed so he can get at more skin to kiss. He nearly reaches Alfred's knee when a small mark makes him pull up short. He pauses, rubbing his thumb over it. Frowning faintly as something tugs at the corner of his mind. "Alfred, love. What's this?"
His only response to that comment is a little helpless giggle - he's vaguely ticklish just imagining it, and he tries to keep himself from moving around by letting his thoughts wander, shutting his eyes and enjoying the feeling of soft kisses against his skin.
Yes, that first night. That first day here, really. That night before, full of restless sleep, where he had wound up upside-down in a bed like this one, so troubled-
The question pulls him from his reflection, and he looks down to Herbert in confusion for a moment before realizing what he's talking about.
"Oh - that? Just a birthmark, I was born with it. Mother called it my little star. I usually wear tall socks, and it's in a funny spot, so you must not have noticed it before."
"A star..." He remembers -- but no, he doesn't want to remember, not now. Not when he has Alfred, here and whole and alive before him. Or, well. Not --
It doesn't matter. Alfred is here, and that's all that does matter.
He presses a kiss to the mark and concentrates his efforts on Alfred's inner thigh rather than lingering on those thoughts.
"Mmhmm," he confirms softly - but he feels...something, there, in Herbert's voice, in his heart. A stirring, another ghost of something far from his time.
But his lover presses on quickly, and so he dismisses the matter for now, softly groaning at the attention to his inner thigh. Best to let the thoughts travel a bit more, yes. Keeping calm.
That dream. Right.
That dream really should have been more of a marker to him that something was calling him to this place, drawing him in. It had been horrifying at the time, but...was it really so terrible? He can recall it, if he tries, clear as day....
It's better if he just presses on, rather than think about the past. Better to stay in the here and now.
Honestly, he wishes he could leave more lasting marks. Fingerprint shaped bruises all over Alfred's skin, scratch marks on his back and thighs, dark purple marks he's sucked into his skin. But they all disappear as quickly as he makes them, alas.
Whatever Herbert is coming to grips with, the edges of it needle Alfred, bother him in a way he can't quite fully ignore - but he tries, oh he tries, especially under the attentions of long nails, soft lips, searching tongue. There are spots around his thighs and hips that make the little groans go quite loud indeed, and he's struggling not to move headlong into round two.
Part of his body, quite visibly, is beginning to disagree.
Biting his lip, he tries to think about the dream. It had been strange, with him leading Sarah on, with the Count looking...that way, with Herbert-
He thought this might be coming. He pauses, and rests his chin against Alfred's hip, looking up at him. "Guide is a good word for it. The dreamer's mind comes up with all the main details. I can't place anything in the dreams, but once in there I can move things around a bit. Like chess pieces on a pre-set board."
"Was fascinating." Herbert moves back up the bed to stretch out next to Alfred, stroking his fingers lazily back and forth over his stomach. Seeing how Alfred imagined his father. Shirtless, in leather pants. Moving so sinuously, like a panther on the prowl. And how Alfred imagined himself! Those black lace stockings were delightful. Herbert thinks he might have a pair, if Alfred ever wants to borrow them.
"Once I saw the direction things were going, what you seemed to want in the dream, I simply... helped things along. Tried to help you realize a few things about yourself."
Alfred considers this, thinking back over the dream, over how it had gone. It would be easy to think that Herbert had bent things a little, but...what he's saying rings true.
Nothing he got in that dream was anything he didn't actually want.
Bringing a hand up to rub at his face, he laughs a little bit. "Well, you...you definitely did that," he jokes, glancing down at their current position.
"It...well, I should have listened to it more. I'm, ah... I'm...sorry about...the way your...father...."
That's really the awkward part of all this, to him.
"The way he appeared in your dream, you mean?" Herbert spiders his fingers up Alfred's chest and taps his chin affectionately. "Father's had many lovers over the centuries. I've seen him in worse positions, I promise you."
Herbert turns to tuck himself up against Alfred's side and rests his hand against Alfred's chest. "Did it help you, then? The dream. Did you learn something about yourself?"
Well, it's good that Herbert doesn't seem to mind the fact that Alfred definitely dreamt about getting - in that figurative way that happens in dreams - thrown down and...well...things happened with the Georg from his dream. And at the time, he wasn't exactly not enjoying it.
As Herbert rolls and cuddles up, Alfred slides his arm around him, holding him close. It's good that he doesn't really feel the cold anymore, he thinks, or they might both be a little chilly by now.
"Yes. It...it took me a while to understand it, but...yes." A little smile, and he tries to think back. "I...I think it was the most vivid time I've dreamt about anything...like that. I'm...I'm actually sort of...glad, knowing you were...there for it."
Admittedly, there was quite a lot to unpack about Alfred's dream. A lot of depth there. Such a difference in how Alfred acts and how Herbert thinks he wants to act. To be pursued, to be wanted. Perhaps to be dominated, in some sense. And maybe Herbert can give that to him. Slowly, in pieces, so Alfred can ease into it.
"I'll have to peek in on your dreams more often, then. Make sure you're having good ones."
Even Alfred has no idea how to begin unpacking it all, to be completely honest. But tonight has been a start, learning about himself by degrees. Another step on a journey, and with a sweet and willing guide. Purring a little, he nuzzles up against his lover, peering at him through his thick eyelashes.
"I would like that, I think. I just hope none of them are too...embarrassing."
But he's smiling, plainly not that worried about it. Experimentally, he tries to focus on Herbert, pursing his lips a little -
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He is just a little too lost in the afterglow and the realization that he himself has psychic powers for that information to really sink in - for now, he just smiles a goofy little smile, completely enamored with the man under him.
Which...he really should probably get...out of. Bracing himself, he groans as he raises his hips enough to slide free, rolling over so that he can nestle up in Herbert's arms instead.
Blindly, he reaches to where the nightstand should be for a towel.
He is...confused when said nightstand is a good foot away from where he is expecting.
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-- and then lets out a giggle when he looks up to see what's made Alfred pause. "Yes, ah, you were quite. Forceful. I don't think my bed's ever been moved like that. We can move it back later."
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The laugh that escapes him is sheepish, a blush rising to his cheeks. "I...keep forgetting how strong I am now. I didn't think about how it would...affect...this."
But Herbert seemed to like it, and that's comfort enough. He traces little patterns on his partner's chest with one fingertip in a soft, fond little motion.
His heart feels...full, his eyes bright with affection.
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That is, if you'd like to do this again," Herbert teases lightly.
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"Of course I do," he giggles, shyly. "It was...it was amazing, being with you like that. It felt...new, but it also felt...right."
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"Yes - I mean, of course, Engel. I'm...I'm yours."
His hand flutters to his own scar, touching where the new puncture marks have broken through. He grins, fanged and crooked.
"All yours."
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Well. Depending on how that goes, they...may not worry about moving the bed back just yet, Alfred thinks vaguely, flushing a little.
"I...I suppose it's my turn to lie still?"
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"I think I'll start here."
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Really, there's a lot about that night he maybe hasn't fully processed yet.
"I'll try my best not to squirm," he chuckles, letting his head relax back to stare upward. "But I can be a little...a little ticklish in places."
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He strokes the sides of Alfred's calves, then lifts one foot to set it on the bed so he can get at more skin to kiss. He nearly reaches Alfred's knee when a small mark makes him pull up short. He pauses, rubbing his thumb over it. Frowning faintly as something tugs at the corner of his mind. "Alfred, love. What's this?"
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Yes, that first night. That first day here, really. That night before, full of restless sleep, where he had wound up upside-down in a bed like this one, so troubled-
The question pulls him from his reflection, and he looks down to Herbert in confusion for a moment before realizing what he's talking about.
"Oh - that? Just a birthmark, I was born with it. Mother called it my little star. I usually wear tall socks, and it's in a funny spot, so you must not have noticed it before."
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It doesn't matter. Alfred is here, and that's all that does matter.
He presses a kiss to the mark and concentrates his efforts on Alfred's inner thigh rather than lingering on those thoughts.
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But his lover presses on quickly, and so he dismisses the matter for now, softly groaning at the attention to his inner thigh. Best to let the thoughts travel a bit more, yes. Keeping calm.
That dream. Right.
That dream really should have been more of a marker to him that something was calling him to this place, drawing him in. It had been horrifying at the time, but...was it really so terrible? He can recall it, if he tries, clear as day....
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Honestly, he wishes he could leave more lasting marks. Fingerprint shaped bruises all over Alfred's skin, scratch marks on his back and thighs, dark purple marks he's sucked into his skin. But they all disappear as quickly as he makes them, alas.
It doesn't, however, stop him from trying.
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Part of his body, quite visibly, is beginning to disagree.
Biting his lip, he tries to think about the dream. It had been strange, with him leading Sarah on, with the Count looking...that way, with Herbert-
Wait.
"...You can guide...dreams, you said?"
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"...So...the dream I had...my first night here...?"
But like Herbert just said, he can't add anything to a dream. Only guide what's there.
Oh, that's.
Embarrassing.
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"Once I saw the direction things were going, what you seemed to want in the dream, I simply... helped things along. Tried to help you realize a few things about yourself."
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Alfred considers this, thinking back over the dream, over how it had gone. It would be easy to think that Herbert had bent things a little, but...what he's saying rings true.
Nothing he got in that dream was anything he didn't actually want.
Bringing a hand up to rub at his face, he laughs a little bit. "Well, you...you definitely did that," he jokes, glancing down at their current position.
"It...well, I should have listened to it more. I'm, ah... I'm...sorry about...the way your...father...."
That's really the awkward part of all this, to him.
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Herbert turns to tuck himself up against Alfred's side and rests his hand against Alfred's chest. "Did it help you, then? The dream. Did you learn something about yourself?"
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Well, it's good that Herbert doesn't seem to mind the fact that Alfred definitely dreamt about getting - in that figurative way that happens in dreams - thrown down and...well...things happened with the Georg from his dream. And at the time, he wasn't exactly not enjoying it.
As Herbert rolls and cuddles up, Alfred slides his arm around him, holding him close. It's good that he doesn't really feel the cold anymore, he thinks, or they might both be a little chilly by now.
"Yes. It...it took me a while to understand it, but...yes." A little smile, and he tries to think back. "I...I think it was the most vivid time I've dreamt about anything...like that. I'm...I'm actually sort of...glad, knowing you were...there for it."
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"I'll have to peek in on your dreams more often, then. Make sure you're having good ones."
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"I would like that, I think. I just hope none of them are too...embarrassing."
But he's smiling, plainly not that worried about it. Experimentally, he tries to focus on Herbert, pursing his lips a little -
'So...can you hear this?'
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