"Only nearly?" he teases, voice breaking off at the end as Alfred slips a second finger into him. His toes are curling and his heels are digging into the mattress and he's pretty sure he's torn a hole in the pillow he's gripping and he wouldn't change it for the world.
Herbert drags his teeth over his lower lip with a needy noise, rubbing his palms restlessly over the sheets. "Oh I love the way you say that."
Alfred's practically trembling and so is Herbert. Shivering and shuddering with each thrust of his hand and he reaches out to squeeze Alfred's thigh. "I want you inside me, too."
The feeling of Herbert's nails against his stockinged thigh makes him hiss - he winds his hips against nothing, flushed so deeply, watching every move his lover makes, every expression on his beautiful face with rapt attention.
"Then...I should get on with it, shouldn't I?"
The third finger presses in, working to complete the stretch. Soon. Very soon.
"I would -- ah." There's a third finger into him, and he wants to tell Alfred he could take him now, just like this. But Alfred is the one in control here, and Herbert feels in no place to give orders.
His fingers pulse in and out, trying to stay steady but shaking a little with restraint. Alfred swallows hard, mouth dry, panting uselessly with his mouth hanging a little open. Just about time, but - before he finally gives in -
"...I think you can ask me even more nicely, though." He crooks his fingers upward, increasing the pressure very, very slowly. His eyes flash a little as he watches for Herbert's reaction, his voice going so dark, so rough, echoing in Herbert's mind even as he speaks the words aloud-
"Oh please -- " Alfred's fingers are rubbing against just the right spot, and Herbert feels sparks of pleasure rolling up his spine. He tries pressing his palms flat against the mattress, tries to be good and not touch, but his fingers curl against the sheets, nails digging holes into them.
"Alfred, my love. My sun and stars, you are driving me absolutely mad. Please, please, let me feel you. All of you. I need you inside me so badly."
"Good boy," he snarls, but his voice shakes a little - it's taking everything in him not to drop all pretense and press in, just TAKE -
But he can hang on for long enough to do this right, at least. Satisfied with how stretched Herbert is, he pulls out, pulls back so that he can finally free himself from the lace panties - and then he climbs around his lover, sitting back against the headboard, fingers white-knuckled where they grip the wood.
"...Time for that reward," he purrs, writhing a little as if he's holding himself back. "Climb on."
Oh. Alfred stretched out on the bed, cock hard and straining against his stomach, lace stockings showing off his long, well muscled legs, is a vision. He takes just a short moment to appreciate the sight of him before straddling Alfred's hips.
His hand grips the headboard next to where Alfred's hand is, and he braces his hand against Alfred's chest as he slowly, s l o w l y takes Alfred's cock into him. Sinking down inch by agonizing inch until he's fully seated and gasping.
Alfred finds that he enjoys being looked at like this - this whole encounter had been something New, something fascinating, and Herbert's every reaction has been almost too much to hear.
Maybe he likes this side of himself. Maybe he should hide it away less often.
The moan that leaves him at the feeling of Herbert sinking down onto him is loud, much louder than he usually allows himself - Herbert riding him means his lover can take him deeper, and he is feeling that depth in spades right now.
"E-Engel....." It's gasped, shaky and desperate, the prelude to a wild, messy kiss. He keeps his hips still for now, holding on, letting Herbert choose the pace.
There's lipstick on his thighs, his cock. Smeared across his face and Alfred's. It's decadent, the way the red looks against Alfred's pale skin. He groans into this kiss and moves his hips in a slow, filthy grind. Just feeling Alfred buried so deeply inside him.
"Tell me?" he asks, pleading and breathless. "Tell me how to move. How you want me to move."
The makeup is smeared everywhere, but Alfred just doesn't care - he's too far gone, gleefully lost in the pleasure of that sweet, slow grind. He groans, hisses, bucks his hips just a little. Holding it together, but only just...arms wrapping around Herbert as if he can't get close enough. He tries to content himself with waiting, letting his lover decide....
But then - then Herbert is pleading, wanting more orders, and - oh, he almost loses it then and there. Leaning so that his lips are near his ear, he murmurs, voice a low, desperate growl.
"I want you to start slow. I want you t-to feel every inch of me. Until we can't hold back any longer. I want to - to lose myself for a little while...here...with you." His nails dig a little into the small of Herbert's back.
"Oh, every inch of you, goodness yes." He starts moving, but slowly. Shifting up on his knees until Alfred is nearly out of him, then gradually lowering himself down again. Letting himself feel every long, thick inch of Alfred's cock drag out of him and then push back into him. Enjoying the friction, the way their bodies slide together. The way they fit so perfectly together.
"I love this," He sighs, ducking his head to press a firm kiss to Alfred's lips. "I love you."
When Herbert starts the slow ride, it's all Alfred can do not to thrust up just yet, to keep his hips relatively still as he feels his lover slowly envelop and release him, over and over again.
They've made love many times by now, and it's certainly not the first time Alfred has had Herbert ride him...but it's certainly the first time he's really let himself loose, moaning and restlessly kissing, nipping, and licking at Herbert's shoulders and chest as if he can't stop. The kiss is reciprocated with trembling, messy lips - and when Herbert pulls back enough to speak, Alfred is gasping, voice hoarse with pleasure but softened with fondness.
"I love you - so much, Engel. You're - you're so beautiful. So - mmh - so perfect...."
His hips give an uncontrollable little twitch, meeting one of Herbert's movements downward halfway.
No, it's certainly not the first time Herbert's ridden him like this. But it is the first time Alfred's dictated his movements. Forced him to go slow rather than hard and fast like he likes. But this, of he's finding he rather likes this, too. The slow dragslide of their skin against each other, the slight roughness of the friction inside him, just on this side of too much.
Then Alfred's hips jerk up and Herbert gasps, sinking down onto him all at once and grinding hard. "Oh just like that, please Alfred."
The gasp, the grind - Alfred's moan nearly becomes a shout, a shiver running through him. "Y-yes," he hisses, nudging off the high heels so he can flatten his feet on the mattress for leverage. One restless hand lands on Herbert's hip, trembling there, lightly guiding -
The other wraps around his lover's cock, stroking him as he starts into a rhythm, bucking his hips up to meet each time Herbert descends.
His words have left him, for the moment - not out of fear, but because it feels so GOOD, so right. His mouth finds its way to Herbert's neck again, kissing there, moans humming against pale skin.
One hand twists in Alfred's hair, the other gripping the headboard hard as he finds and matches Alfred's rhythm. Sinking down as he thrusts up and oh and oh oh, it's so much. Alfred feels massive like this, filling him completely, like Herbert's body was made only to accommodate Alfred's cock and it's good, so good.
He can't quite find words either, only oh and yes and Alfred as they move together like this.
Herbert isn't saying much - and Alfred knows enough to know that means he's enjoying himself IMMENSELY. The hand in his hair only bolsters his energy, and he can feel himself sliding swiftly towards the edge, growling little affirmations and Herbert's name in broken tones.
He speeds up just a little, both his thrusting and his hand, forehead and chest damp with sweat, lipstick smeared EVERYWHERE, still feeling the embrace of the corset around his waist....
"Engel," he finally groans, crystal blue eyes looking up through chestnut lashes. "You're - you're doing so good for me, my love - I'm - I'm getting so close-"
The hand on Herbert's hip moves up to twine in silky blonde hair and give it a little tug.
Alfred looks completely debauched, utterly wanton. Between the feeling of Alfred's hand on him and the gentle but demanding orders he's giving, Herbert can feel himself plummeting towards the edge. He grips the headboard so hard he swears he can hear it crack but he pays it no mind.
Instead, he grinds down against Alfred desperately, his moans rising in pitch until they reach a crescendo as he climaxes, his head falling forward against Alfred's shoulder with a groan.
Alfred definitely hears the crack, but for now, he's not going to worry about it. It isn't the first headboard they have broken, and it certainly will not be the last.
The grinding is met with strong upthrusts, and he relishes the sound of Herbert's shuddering groan, the clench around him, the sudden spill through his fingers. He spares a glance downward, seeing the mess dribbling down the front of the corset -
And that's all it takes to send him off, too, gasping Herbert's name as he twitches and tenses until he's panting and resting his flushed cheek against Herbert's soft blonde hair.
He doesn't say anything, not yet, just...basking in the feeling of the two of them still so entangled together, hard to tell where he ends and where Herbert begins.
Herbert can't help it. He laughs in joy, smearing a kiss against the side of Alfred's face. He braces both hands against the mattress on either side of Alfred's shoulders, slumping forward against him. Exhausted but so, so pleased.
"That was -- incredible. Oh my love, you can order me around any time you like."
The laugh is met with a giggle of Alfred's own - he wraps his arms around his lover, holding him there for extra support, still trembling lightly from all the exertion.
"I have - no idea where that came from," he finally admits, grinning a crooked grin. "But it - it felt - really-" He reddens a bit. "You really liked it? Me talking to you like...like that?"
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More stretching, gentle, but insistent. Eager. His hand is shaking, his whole body taut with need. Not long now. Herbert is just as eager as he is.
"Not until...I am inside you."
The last words are a rough, hoarse growl, blue eyes flashing with restraint.
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Alfred's practically trembling and so is Herbert. Shivering and shuddering with each thrust of his hand and he reaches out to squeeze Alfred's thigh. "I want you inside me, too."
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"Then...I should get on with it, shouldn't I?"
The third finger presses in, working to complete the stretch. Soon. Very soon.
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"I would like that. Please."
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His fingers pulse in and out, trying to stay steady but shaking a little with restraint. Alfred swallows hard, mouth dry, panting uselessly with his mouth hanging a little open. Just about time, but - before he finally gives in -
"...I think you can ask me even more nicely, though." He crooks his fingers upward, increasing the pressure very, very slowly. His eyes flash a little as he watches for Herbert's reaction, his voice going so dark, so rough, echoing in Herbert's mind even as he speaks the words aloud-
"BEG me, my moonlight."
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"Alfred, my love. My sun and stars, you are driving me absolutely mad. Please, please, let me feel you. All of you. I need you inside me so badly."
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"Good boy," he snarls, but his voice shakes a little - it's taking everything in him not to drop all pretense and press in, just TAKE -
But he can hang on for long enough to do this right, at least. Satisfied with how stretched Herbert is, he pulls out, pulls back so that he can finally free himself from the lace panties - and then he climbs around his lover, sitting back against the headboard, fingers white-knuckled where they grip the wood.
"...Time for that reward," he purrs, writhing a little as if he's holding himself back. "Climb on."
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His hand grips the headboard next to where Alfred's hand is, and he braces his hand against Alfred's chest as he slowly, s l o w l y takes Alfred's cock into him. Sinking down inch by agonizing inch until he's fully seated and gasping.
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Maybe he likes this side of himself. Maybe he should hide it away less often.
The moan that leaves him at the feeling of Herbert sinking down onto him is loud, much louder than he usually allows himself - Herbert riding him means his lover can take him deeper, and he is feeling that depth in spades right now.
"E-Engel....." It's gasped, shaky and desperate, the prelude to a wild, messy kiss. He keeps his hips still for now, holding on, letting Herbert choose the pace.
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"Tell me?" he asks, pleading and breathless. "Tell me how to move. How you want me to move."
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But then - then Herbert is pleading, wanting more orders, and - oh, he almost loses it then and there. Leaning so that his lips are near his ear, he murmurs, voice a low, desperate growl.
"I want you to start slow. I want you t-to feel every inch of me. Until we can't hold back any longer. I want to - to lose myself for a little while...here...with you." His nails dig a little into the small of Herbert's back.
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"I love this," He sighs, ducking his head to press a firm kiss to Alfred's lips. "I love you."
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They've made love many times by now, and it's certainly not the first time Alfred has had Herbert ride him...but it's certainly the first time he's really let himself loose, moaning and restlessly kissing, nipping, and licking at Herbert's shoulders and chest as if he can't stop. The kiss is reciprocated with trembling, messy lips - and when Herbert pulls back enough to speak, Alfred is gasping, voice hoarse with pleasure but softened with fondness.
"I love you - so much, Engel. You're - you're so beautiful. So - mmh - so perfect...."
His hips give an uncontrollable little twitch, meeting one of Herbert's movements downward halfway.
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Then Alfred's hips jerk up and Herbert gasps, sinking down onto him all at once and grinding hard. "Oh just like that, please Alfred."
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The other wraps around his lover's cock, stroking him as he starts into a rhythm, bucking his hips up to meet each time Herbert descends.
His words have left him, for the moment - not out of fear, but because it feels so GOOD, so right. His mouth finds its way to Herbert's neck again, kissing there, moans humming against pale skin.
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He can't quite find words either, only oh and yes and Alfred as they move together like this.
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He speeds up just a little, both his thrusting and his hand, forehead and chest damp with sweat, lipstick smeared EVERYWHERE, still feeling the embrace of the corset around his waist....
"Engel," he finally groans, crystal blue eyes looking up through chestnut lashes. "You're - you're doing so good for me, my love - I'm - I'm getting so close-"
The hand on Herbert's hip moves up to twine in silky blonde hair and give it a little tug.
"Come with me."
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Instead, he grinds down against Alfred desperately, his moans rising in pitch until they reach a crescendo as he climaxes, his head falling forward against Alfred's shoulder with a groan.
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The grinding is met with strong upthrusts, and he relishes the sound of Herbert's shuddering groan, the clench around him, the sudden spill through his fingers. He spares a glance downward, seeing the mess dribbling down the front of the corset -
And that's all it takes to send him off, too, gasping Herbert's name as he twitches and tenses until he's panting and resting his flushed cheek against Herbert's soft blonde hair.
He doesn't say anything, not yet, just...basking in the feeling of the two of them still so entangled together, hard to tell where he ends and where Herbert begins.
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"That was -- incredible. Oh my love, you can order me around any time you like."
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"I have - no idea where that came from," he finally admits, grinning a crooked grin. "But it - it felt - really-" He reddens a bit. "You really liked it? Me talking to you like...like that?"