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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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?"