"Wonderful." He drags parted lips over Alfred's neck, pressing a kiss to the scar on his neck as he pushes Alfred's shirt off and lets it fall to the floor. Then he lifts Alfred and sets him on the mattress, pushing the clean clothes to the floor to give them room.
He strips Alfred's trousers off, then his stockings, stroking a hand over his thigh as he gazes down at him. "Look at you," he sighs. Admiring. "Exquisite."
Attention to the scar always makes Alfred seize up - it's tied up in a lot of feelings, and this is adding to the pile.
He doesn't resist, trying to remain still as he's stripped, moved around. Laying there in only his highly-tented briefs now, the flush is spread from cheeks to chest, thigh trembling under Georg's touch.
He doesn't reply, doesn't know what to say - only stares up at Georg, wide-eyed, lips slightly parted.
"I'm not going to make love to you, tonight," he explains, tugging Alfred's briefs down and off. "I am merely going to appreciate you. Well, merely. I intend on being..."
He stretches out on top of Alfred, sighing at the feel of their bodies pressed so closely together. He's hard as well, in his trousers, but he doesn't bother with them. He'd rather take his time exploring his new lover.
There is a little hiss from the younger vampire at those words, reflexive - he's not quite consciously sure of what he wants, but the idea of NOT being made love to after all this is hard to swallow.
But then he's laid bare, and Georg is on top of him, wearing just his trousers, and Alfred can feel his arousal -
That damn dream haunts him, and he groans breathlessly, unable to stop himself from writhing for just a moment under the other man's weight.
He opens his mouth, jaw working, but he's stuck for words again.
"Where shall I start with you, hmm?" He runs his fingers over the mess of a scar that Sarah left behind. Biting too deep, going back and biting too many times. So he tips Alfred's head the other way and presses his lips there instead, licking and sucking at the spot between his neck and shoulder.
Attention to his scar always makes him shudder, and this is no exception - but when his head is tilted the other way, when Georg's mouth is suddenly on him, his response is LOUD, hips writing in a short grind he can't stop.
He tilts his head as far as it will go, giving him even more access, inviting him in - more quiet ways of showing that he wants more, he's ready for it, he needs it.
"Shall I claim you like that?" Georg purrs, tracing his nails lightly over the sensitive skin of Alfred's throat. "Shall I sink my fangs into you, and allow you to bite me in return? To join us together in a delicious, blood soaked union?" He can smell the scent of Alfred's blood, mixed with the scent of his arousal. It's heady. It's mouthwatering.
Oh. Oh, even the thought of that has him stiffening further, his mouth going a bit dry with anticipation. He whimpers a little bit, struggling to find his words, to find coherent thought at all, really-
"Y-yes," he moans, shuddering under the nails skating over his skin. "P-please, Georg - please-"
A little more needy than he meant it to sound, but...he can't help it.
"Gladly, my love. Gladly." He cradles Alfred's head gently as he sinks he's fangs into his neck with a groan, letting the blood flow over his lips, his tongue. Moaning delightedly at the taste of Alfred at his most pure.
He drags a hand over Alfred's thigh, hoisting his leg over his hip and grinding firmly against him.
The sound that tumbles from Alfred as the fangs pierce his skin is a new one for Georg's ears, coming from him - a low, almost bestial growl, a sharp hiss of pleasure from behind fangs that drop down of their own volition. It isn't so far removed from that day when he had lost himself...but he's still very much there, still very much Alfred.
It's just that he's letting himself go, giving in to the urges, letting Georg take him as he wants to. He pants as he feels that shift, feels the grinding, feels his own cock hardening the rest of the way in response to all the stimulation. His hips try to find some kind of rhythm, sweat already starting to bead on his forehead and chest.
The reaction Alfred gives is perfection. Beyond what Georg could have hoped for. The way the younger vampire moves against him, the darkly sweet noise that is pulled from him, the baring of his fangs. Georg couldn't have asked for a better response.
He pulls back slowly with a moan of his own, swiping his fingers through Alfred's blood and licking them clean. "Exquisite," he sighs as he drags his tongue over Alfred's neck, making sure to get every last drop.
"Come, little one," he purrs, moving his hair aside and tipping Alfred's chin up, tilting his head to the side to offer his own neck. "Come drink from me."
With every lap of his tongue, every touch, every moan, Alfred feels like he's being pulled in further and further. Being with Herbert always feels so bright, colorful, a passion that changes everything around them. This? This is like slipping into a dark room, enveloped in velvet and lust and the promise of more, more.
It's exciting.
When Georg tilts his head, beckons, Alfred hesitates for only a moment. Even now, he still doesn't bite often during sex. It brings out a side of him that he's still coming to grips with, the feeling of drinking directing from someone. But right now...right now is the time, and it's the COUNT HIMSELF, and -
Hissing with unexpected ferocity, he sinks his fangs in, drinking deep and purring from deep in his chest. The rhythm he is trying to find gets more insistent, strength starting to rock his hips just a bit harder.
Uncontrolled, the waves of lust, of need, of want roil off of him like a tidal wave, along with...images. Images of things that never really happened.
Georg cards his fingers through the boy's hair, encouraging him to drink deep. It's been so long since Georg has been bitten like this, he'd forgotten how good it feels, and he meets the roll of Alfred's hips with sinuous movements of his own, grinding their bodies together.
He can feel Alfred's emotions so clearly. The want, the lust, but something underneath. Images of Georg lifting Alfred, pulling him down to sink his fangs into him and then discarding him when he's finished, almost carelessly. Sarah is there too, watching on. And then Alfred gives Sarah over to him, and they both feed from her.
He's unsure where these thoughts, these half-memories are coming from, but he's intrigued by them.
After a few minutes, he strokes Alfred's cheek to get his attention. "Enough, my love. Come kiss me instead."
For those few minutes, Alfred is somewhat lost to the feeling of it all - the taste of Georg's blood washing over his tongue, the stroke of long nails through his hair, the shared pace of their movements that makes him moan and whimper against the older vampire's neck. It feels so good, he has no idea what he is showing to Georg, not a clue that he's let his partner in to his mind like that.
The flow of it all is interrupted when he is spoken to, and obediently, he pulls back, hungrily swiping his tongue over where he had just bitten before kissing him just as hungrily. The act of feeding has coaxed that darkness in him out to play, and it wants MORE.
"Good boy," Georg croons at him, taking Alfred's wrists and pinning them above his head while they kiss, the combined tastes of their blood on their lips.
He loves seeing Alfred like this. Hungry, needy, utterly wanton. His cock throbs in his trousers as Alfred writhes underneath him. "I want to taste the rest of your skin, but your mouth is too terribly tempting. Would you like my mouth elsewhere, lovely Alfred?"
The response to being pinned like that is...very vocal indeed, a rough groan against Georg's lips.
And then those words...the implication in them? Alfred looks Georg in the eye, something very different in his gaze as his words come out in a low gasp.
"Yes - yes, I do - I want - I need you...."
A little needle of embarrassment lances up his spine, but it fades quickly beneath the headiness of desire, the feeling of...of being just a little shameful on purpose.
"That is exactly what I like to hear." Georg's lips quirk up in a slight smirk at the whimper in Alfred's voice. The delicious way it trembles, betraying Alfred's want.
He slides his hands over Alfred's biceps, smearing kisses over his collarbones. "Shall I take you into my mouth, then?"
Just the thought of that makes Alfred whine, arching his back under the older vampire's kisses. His tone is breaking as he tries to respond, his hands twining in the bedsheets, Georg's hair, wherever they can find purchase.
"P-please...."
He's flushed deep from face to midriff, fangs still bared, a bit of animal in his eyes...but it's different from when he hadn't fed. It's still Alfred...it's just Alfred letting himself be a vampire, doing exactly what Georg has been trying to get him to do. Cast off the shackles.
"Then I will. Since you asked me so sweetly." His fangs are bared and his skin is flushed and Alfred looks so beautiful in this moment. No wonder Herbert barely lets him out of bed.
But now, it's Georg's turn to explore Alfred's delicious body for himself. He stretches out between Alfred's leg and licks at the crease of Alfred's thigh, his cheek grazing against Alfred's cock lightly.
That's such a sensitive spot for Alfred, that crease - he hums high-pitched in his throat under the attention, unable to stop himself from rocking his hips a little bit. With Herbert, he's gotten used to topping, to being in control; even when his lover goes down on him, it's still clear that he's got the reins.
Giving them up is...new. It's different, and it makes him feel different. Georg makes him feel...wild.
When he feels that chilly, delicate cheekbone graze against his shaft, he hisses, a shudder running through his whole body.
"Ooooh, Alfred," he purrs, letting his voice vibrate against Alfred's sensitive skin. "The things I will do to you, my sweet, sweet boy.
I wonder, do you taste as sweet as you look?"
With a practiced move, he braces his hand against Alfred's hip, wraps the other around the base of Alfred's cock, and swallows him down. He stays there for a long moment, working his tongue against him before he pulls back slowly, making a show of licking his lips. "Just as delicious as I thought."
Alfred looks down, in spite of himself, as Georg purrs against him, enticing words that have him shaking.
And if the words didn't already, the sight, the FEELING of the older vampire's mouth sliding down around his cock would more than certainly have done the job. He cries out, a low, shuddering sound, trying his best to stay still because that tongue, the faint scrape of fangs, long, careful fingers wrapped around him could send him spilling over the edge too quickly if he dares add to the sensation.
"Oh g-god, G-Georg - Georg-!"
When the other man pulls back, he hisses and whines, writhing a little despite his better efforts.
"Mm, so tempting, again. I could spend hours teasing those gorgeous sounds out of you. Every part of you is tempting, Alfred. And yet..." He pushes at the back of Alfred's thigh, getting him to move his leg. To press his foot flat against the bed, to give him better... access.
"And yet I think I know where I most want to taste you. If you'll allow me, of course." He glances up at Alfred before he leans forward to nuzzle and nip at the bottom curve of Alfred's generous ass.
Obediently, without a second thought, he moves as he is directed. He's not really sure what Georg is doing for a moment, watching, listening....
And then he Realizes, and bright blue eyes widen, mouth going a little slack. That's...a new one. Herbert hasn't even done that yet - Alfred has really only read about it in books. He has no idea what to expect.
But he does trust Georg.
So, breathlessly, wordlessly, he nods, licking his lips, trying not to drool a little around the fangs that are still descended.
"Perfect." Georg flashes him a grin and lowers his head between Alfred's spread thighs. He licks broadly a few times at first, letting Alfred get used to the sensation of having a tongue on one of the most intimate parts of him.
Once he's done that, however, he focuses in. Moving his tongue in tight circles. "Take yourself in hand," he croons, nipping lightly at the flesh of Alfred's ass. "Stroke yourself, if you'd like."
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He strips Alfred's trousers off, then his stockings, stroking a hand over his thigh as he gazes down at him. "Look at you," he sighs. Admiring. "Exquisite."
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He doesn't resist, trying to remain still as he's stripped, moved around. Laying there in only his highly-tented briefs now, the flush is spread from cheeks to chest, thigh trembling under Georg's touch.
He doesn't reply, doesn't know what to say - only stares up at Georg, wide-eyed, lips slightly parted.
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He stretches out on top of Alfred, sighing at the feel of their bodies pressed so closely together. He's hard as well, in his trousers, but he doesn't bother with them. He'd rather take his time exploring his new lover.
"... very thorough with you."
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But then he's laid bare, and Georg is on top of him, wearing just his trousers, and Alfred can feel his arousal -
That damn dream haunts him, and he groans breathlessly, unable to stop himself from writhing for just a moment under the other man's weight.
He opens his mouth, jaw working, but he's stuck for words again.
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He tilts his head as far as it will go, giving him even more access, inviting him in - more quiet ways of showing that he wants more, he's ready for it, he needs it.
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"Y-yes," he moans, shuddering under the nails skating over his skin. "P-please, Georg - please-"
A little more needy than he meant it to sound, but...he can't help it.
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He drags a hand over Alfred's thigh, hoisting his leg over his hip and grinding firmly against him.
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It's just that he's letting himself go, giving in to the urges, letting Georg take him as he wants to. He pants as he feels that shift, feels the grinding, feels his own cock hardening the rest of the way in response to all the stimulation. His hips try to find some kind of rhythm, sweat already starting to bead on his forehead and chest.
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He pulls back slowly with a moan of his own, swiping his fingers through Alfred's blood and licking them clean. "Exquisite," he sighs as he drags his tongue over Alfred's neck, making sure to get every last drop.
"Come, little one," he purrs, moving his hair aside and tipping Alfred's chin up, tilting his head to the side to offer his own neck. "Come drink from me."
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It's exciting.
When Georg tilts his head, beckons, Alfred hesitates for only a moment. Even now, he still doesn't bite often during sex. It brings out a side of him that he's still coming to grips with, the feeling of drinking directing from someone. But right now...right now is the time, and it's the COUNT HIMSELF, and -
Hissing with unexpected ferocity, he sinks his fangs in, drinking deep and purring from deep in his chest. The rhythm he is trying to find gets more insistent, strength starting to rock his hips just a bit harder.
Uncontrolled, the waves of lust, of need, of want roil off of him like a tidal wave, along with...images. Images of things that never really happened.
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He can feel Alfred's emotions so clearly. The want, the lust, but something underneath. Images of Georg lifting Alfred, pulling him down to sink his fangs into him and then discarding him when he's finished, almost carelessly. Sarah is there too, watching on. And then Alfred gives Sarah over to him, and they both feed from her.
He's unsure where these thoughts, these half-memories are coming from, but he's intrigued by them.
After a few minutes, he strokes Alfred's cheek to get his attention. "Enough, my love. Come kiss me instead."
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The flow of it all is interrupted when he is spoken to, and obediently, he pulls back, hungrily swiping his tongue over where he had just bitten before kissing him just as hungrily. The act of feeding has coaxed that darkness in him out to play, and it wants MORE.
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He loves seeing Alfred like this. Hungry, needy, utterly wanton. His cock throbs in his trousers as Alfred writhes underneath him. "I want to taste the rest of your skin, but your mouth is too terribly tempting. Would you like my mouth elsewhere, lovely Alfred?"
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And then those words...the implication in them? Alfred looks Georg in the eye, something very different in his gaze as his words come out in a low gasp.
"Yes - yes, I do - I want - I need you...."
A little needle of embarrassment lances up his spine, but it fades quickly beneath the headiness of desire, the feeling of...of being just a little shameful on purpose.
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He slides his hands over Alfred's biceps, smearing kisses over his collarbones. "Shall I take you into my mouth, then?"
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Just the thought of that makes Alfred whine, arching his back under the older vampire's kisses. His tone is breaking as he tries to respond, his hands twining in the bedsheets, Georg's hair, wherever they can find purchase.
"P-please...."
He's flushed deep from face to midriff, fangs still bared, a bit of animal in his eyes...but it's different from when he hadn't fed. It's still Alfred...it's just Alfred letting himself be a vampire, doing exactly what Georg has been trying to get him to do. Cast off the shackles.
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But now, it's Georg's turn to explore Alfred's delicious body for himself. He stretches out between Alfred's leg and licks at the crease of Alfred's thigh, his cheek grazing against Alfred's cock lightly.
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Giving them up is...new. It's different, and it makes him feel different. Georg makes him feel...wild.
When he feels that chilly, delicate cheekbone graze against his shaft, he hisses, a shudder running through his whole body.
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I wonder, do you taste as sweet as you look?"
With a practiced move, he braces his hand against Alfred's hip, wraps the other around the base of Alfred's cock, and swallows him down. He stays there for a long moment, working his tongue against him before he pulls back slowly, making a show of licking his lips. "Just as delicious as I thought."
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And if the words didn't already, the sight, the FEELING of the older vampire's mouth sliding down around his cock would more than certainly have done the job. He cries out, a low, shuddering sound, trying his best to stay still because that tongue, the faint scrape of fangs, long, careful fingers wrapped around him could send him spilling over the edge too quickly if he dares add to the sensation.
"Oh g-god, G-Georg - Georg-!"
When the other man pulls back, he hisses and whines, writhing a little despite his better efforts.
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"And yet I think I know where I most want to taste you. If you'll allow me, of course." He glances up at Alfred before he leans forward to nuzzle and nip at the bottom curve of Alfred's generous ass.
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And then he Realizes, and bright blue eyes widen, mouth going a little slack. That's...a new one. Herbert hasn't even done that yet - Alfred has really only read about it in books. He has no idea what to expect.
But he does trust Georg.
So, breathlessly, wordlessly, he nods, licking his lips, trying not to drool a little around the fangs that are still descended.
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Once he's done that, however, he focuses in. Moving his tongue in tight circles. "Take yourself in hand," he croons, nipping lightly at the flesh of Alfred's ass. "Stroke yourself, if you'd like."
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