The enthusiasm makes him feel less unsure - and he stands strong on the heels. It's easier than he would have thought. Maybe his sense of balance has improved, among all the other things that changed when he turned.
He smiles, red-faced and sheepish, nodding a little bit.
"Thank you, Engel. Y-yes, let's...let's do that." Releasing Herbert's hands, he turns to walk over to the vanity, giving his lover a good, clear look at what's happening on the backside of the outfit.
Or what isn't happening, depending on your outlook.
Herbert gasps, one hand pressed to his chest at the sight of Alfred looking like that. The high heels just make his ass look even rounder, and that underwear shows it off so very well.
"Oh mon cheri! Oh I could sink my teeth into you, my goodness!"
Maybe it's the encouragement, maybe it's...whatever feeling he is currently experiencing blooming slowly within him, but at that reaction, he doesn't turn around, or get bashful, or try to deflect. Instead, he glances sidelong over his shoulder, head bowed a little, eyes glittering with...something. Something new.
When he speaks, there's a smokiness to his voice, something dark and...confident?
"...Is that a promise?"
As quick as it happens, he's turning forward again, blinking owlishly as he struggles to process whether he said that out loud or not. He's pretty sure he did. And he...liked it.
Oh my. Hebert fans himself a little, flustered from that coy little look over Alfred's shoulder. From the way his voice had dropped into something a little more like the way he sounds in his head. He's always liked that hint of dominance from Alfred, and to hear it come out like that is. Well. It's very attractive.
"Oh darling, you know I'll put my mouth anywhere you want it."
"Good." Almost more a command than thanks. Where this is coming from, Alfred has no idea, but he...well, Herbert likes it.
Walking over to the vanity (slowly, not because of his footing, but so his lover can WATCH), he takes a seat, starting to tug on the corset and reposition it.
"O-okay. Could you...could you pull this tight for me? Ah. V-very tight. Please."
"Certainly." Herbert wiggles his fingers eagerly and moves over to where Alfred is sitting at the vanity. He helps Alfred adjust the corset to where it ought to sit on him.
Then, carefully, he starts pulling the laces tight. Making sure that everything is pulled evenly. "Say when, my love."
It may be a little bit surprising, exactly how tight he lets the corset get - and as Herbert pulls the laces, he shuts his eyes, taking in the feeling of it. He doesn't have to breathe, and his muscles and bones are strong, resilient...so there is less pain than there might be, and the pressure is -
Well, he makes a soft groaning sound that shows he enjoys it, anyway.
The corset pulls Alfred in at the waist, giving his figure a faintly feminine curve to it. It suits him, Herbert thinks. It just accentuates his hips and that luscious ass of his. So he ties off the corset where Alfred tells him to, letting his fingers slide over the boning of the corset, following the new curve of his waist.
The groan comes as a surprise, and Herbert raises his eyebrows. "Do you like the way that feels, my love?"
The feeling of Herbert's fingers sliding across his waist over the fabric and boning is...good. Different. He bites his lip a little, finally letting his eyes slit back open as he's questioned.
"Yes," he nearly gasps, glancing back, his expression one of a different brand of confusion than normal. "I-I feel...I feel...."
He lightly slides his own hands down the front of the corset, tracing the boning down, down, down. He sounds bemused.
"I don't quite know how to describe it. But I - I like it."
"Well it suits you wonderfully. I think you look marvelous." He hums and kisses at Alfred's shoulder, spidering his fingers over Alfred's stomach, covering Alfred's hands with his own. "Shall I try a little makeup on you? A little eyeliner, a little lipstick perhaps?"
Alfred purrs, relishing the attention, the cool touch of Herbert's hands on his own.
"...Yes, please," he murmurs, blue eyes still glittering with that Something Else. There is a Feeling radiating off the young man, a sort of...tension, anticipation, but also...sensuality. Something catlike and languid, waking up inside him, stretching long-still muscles.
He's not saying very much, but this time, it may not just be because he's tongue-tied.
"Delightful." He sits next to Alfred on the bench and looks over the few pieces of makeup he'd given him to toy with, if he so chose. He selects a lipstick that very nearly matches the shade of red of his corset, holding Alfred's chin carefully as he applies it to his lips.
As his chin is lifted, Alfred sits very still, very docile - watching Herbert's face closely as he leans in to paint his lips.
Vaguely, he remembers watching his mother do her makeup. It was always demure, but still it felt like a sort of art, something out of reach for little Alfred, who was a boy and ought to be out skinning his knees.
But what does any of it really mean, in the end? Masculine, feminine? Herbert is strong, and fierce, and yet so, so beautiful.
And, maybe for the first time, Alfred feels a little of that too.
"Close your eyes for me for a moment, my love?" He takes up the eyeliner and very, very carefully lines Alfred's eyes with it. He takes up the mascara, then sets it back down. "No, your lashes are naturally beautiful. I refuse to add anything to them. Not that the rest of you isn't naturally beautiful. This just enhances your features."
Obediently, Alfred shuts his eyes for Herbert to work on them - he doesn't flinch at all, holding stock-still. Pure trust, a far cry from when he had first arrived.
"You are the expert here, compared to me," he murmurs, smiling softly, unused to the feeling of painted lips. "I would have had no idea what I was doing. Especially not without a mirror."
"Then allow me to be your mirror and tell you that your lips are naturally very blush, and the colour only accentuates that. The kohl makes your blue eyes even brighter."
He tries to picture himself that way, tries to think back at the last time he saw himself - it feels so long ago now, and he finds it's a little hard to imagine.
But still he smiles at Herbert, his ever-off-kilter fangs peeking out between his reddened lips.
He purrs a little, low in his chest, as his chin is tilted...he's trying to figure out how he's feeling, exactly, what it is, this unfamiliar thrill.
It hits him all at once, realization making him widen his eyes a second before he almost whispers -
"I feel...good, like this. Good, and...attractive?"
Alfred is a modest man. If he thinks he is handsome, he never says it, only responds bashfully to compliments. Something is...very different, going on there in his head right now. He likes it.
"Oh darling, you are. You are attractive. I'm glad you're starting to see it, too." He smooths his palms over Alfred's shoulders. Enjoying how broad they look in comparison with his now tapered waist.
A shudder passes through him at that stroke. He looks down at himself, briefly, then slides his gaze back up to meet Herbert's, blue eyes blazing through his eyelashes as he tries to find words.
"I...I think it's...because I did this...for me? Just to see how it would feel, and I...I feel...sort of...."
He swallows hard, his voice taking on THAT edge. Gears are turning in his head.
He knows that tone, that edge to his voice. But before this he'd mostly heard it inside his head, not out loud like this.
Herbert looks flustered, his hand fluttering a moment before settling against his own chest. Fingers tracing the neckline of his shirt. "Powerful. You look it. Powerful, I mean."
Oh. Oh he likes this. Likes the more languid away Alfred moves, the way his voice sounds right now. He drags his teeth over his lower lip, watching Alfred press rouged lips to his skin. Seeing how red the mark looks against his pale skin.
The question catches him a little off guard and he stammers a moment before managing, "I would let you."
That stammer. Alfred makes a little sound, sort of a half-laugh, a noise of disbelief with himself, with the situation...but hearing Herbert caught off guard, seeing him surprised, catching the way he bites his lip...he finds he wants to keep surprising his lover.
Acting on impulse, he wraps his long fingers around the marked wrist, pulling it past his waist in one smooth motion to draw Herbert in close. He hovers his lips very close to the blonde's ear, murmuring low, steady.
"If I do anything you don't like, you are going to tell me, Engel."
It's a caring remark, a promise...but it's also a command. Out loud, and without Alfred kneecapping the tone by the end.
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He smiles, red-faced and sheepish, nodding a little bit.
"Thank you, Engel. Y-yes, let's...let's do that." Releasing Herbert's hands, he turns to walk over to the vanity, giving his lover a good, clear look at what's happening on the backside of the outfit.
Or what isn't happening, depending on your outlook.
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"Oh mon cheri! Oh I could sink my teeth into you, my goodness!"
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When he speaks, there's a smokiness to his voice, something dark and...confident?
"...Is that a promise?"
As quick as it happens, he's turning forward again, blinking owlishly as he struggles to process whether he said that out loud or not. He's pretty sure he did. And he...liked it.
Oh.
Hm.
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"Oh darling, you know I'll put my mouth anywhere you want it."
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Walking over to the vanity (slowly, not because of his footing, but so his lover can WATCH), he takes a seat, starting to tug on the corset and reposition it.
"O-okay. Could you...could you pull this tight for me? Ah. V-very tight. Please."
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Then, carefully, he starts pulling the laces tight. Making sure that everything is pulled evenly. "Say when, my love."
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Well, he makes a soft groaning sound that shows he enjoys it, anyway.
"...There. That's - that's good, Engel."
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The groan comes as a surprise, and Herbert raises his eyebrows. "Do you like the way that feels, my love?"
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"Yes," he nearly gasps, glancing back, his expression one of a different brand of confusion than normal. "I-I feel...I feel...."
He lightly slides his own hands down the front of the corset, tracing the boning down, down, down. He sounds bemused.
"I don't quite know how to describe it. But I - I like it."
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"...Yes, please," he murmurs, blue eyes still glittering with that Something Else. There is a Feeling radiating off the young man, a sort of...tension, anticipation, but also...sensuality. Something catlike and languid, waking up inside him, stretching long-still muscles.
He's not saying very much, but this time, it may not just be because he's tongue-tied.
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Vaguely, he remembers watching his mother do her makeup. It was always demure, but still it felt like a sort of art, something out of reach for little Alfred, who was a boy and ought to be out skinning his knees.
But what does any of it really mean, in the end? Masculine, feminine? Herbert is strong, and fierce, and yet so, so beautiful.
And, maybe for the first time, Alfred feels a little of that too.
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"You are the expert here, compared to me," he murmurs, smiling softly, unused to the feeling of painted lips. "I would have had no idea what I was doing. Especially not without a mirror."
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He tries to picture himself that way, tries to think back at the last time he saw himself - it feels so long ago now, and he finds it's a little hard to imagine.
But still he smiles at Herbert, his ever-off-kilter fangs peeking out between his reddened lips.
"That sounds...nice."
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"This really does suit you, you know. Everything, the clothes and the makeup both. If I could paint I'd paint you a thousand times like this."
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It hits him all at once, realization making him widen his eyes a second before he almost whispers -
"I feel...good, like this. Good, and...attractive?"
Alfred is a modest man. If he thinks he is handsome, he never says it, only responds bashfully to compliments. Something is...very different, going on there in his head right now. He likes it.
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"Tell me what feels good about it."
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"I...I think it's...because I did this...for me? Just to see how it would feel, and I...I feel...sort of...."
He swallows hard, his voice taking on THAT edge. Gears are turning in his head.
"...Powerful."
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Herbert looks flustered, his hand fluttering a moment before settling against his own chest. Fingers tracing the neckline of his shirt. "Powerful. You look it. Powerful, I mean."
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Alfred likes it. He's silent for a long moment, sitting with the feeling, watching his lover with a very new sort of scrutiny.
Slowly, he reaches out, grabbing that fidgeting hand and pulling it close, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist.
Then he stares at the mark it leaves behind, breathing out a shuddering sigh.
"...And what if...I feel...like overpowering you, Herbert?"
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The question catches him a little off guard and he stammers a moment before managing, "I would let you."
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Acting on impulse, he wraps his long fingers around the marked wrist, pulling it past his waist in one smooth motion to draw Herbert in close. He hovers his lips very close to the blonde's ear, murmuring low, steady.
"If I do anything you don't like, you are going to tell me, Engel."
It's a caring remark, a promise...but it's also a command. Out loud, and without Alfred kneecapping the tone by the end.
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