"Such a sweet boy, to ask." He very clearly still is, given the way he's wrapped around Alfred, the hardness of him pressed against Alfred's thigh.
Georg continues to run his fingers through Alfred's hair, watching his face curiously. To see what he'll do next. "This experience was about you, and your pleasure. Did you find it pleasurable?"
Alfred is still trembling with aftershock, flushed across his face and chest, shivering in Georg's arms.
The older vampire is still very aroused - he can feel it, but moreover, he can SMELL the lust on him; a part of his senses he still hasn't quite adjusted to yet.
As much as Georg insists this was about him, that darker part of Alfred has been stoked, something greedy that insists they needn't be done.
And so, experimentally, he shifts a little, openly grinding that thigh into Georg in a slow, firm press.
Georg gives a surprised gasp, dropping his forehead against Alfred's shoulder. The hand in his hair tugs lightly, and the one at Alfred's chest pauses in its slow stroking to press into the flesh under his fingers.
"Greedy boy," he purrs, mouthing at Alfred's jaw. "Haven't had your fill, have you?"
The tug in his hair makes him hiss - but more than that, the way that he feels when he knows he's playing with fire. He doesn't stop the grinding, trying to push Georg, see what he'll do. Being called greedy like that feels....
Good.
A little bit like he felt at the end of that dream, really.
"...Maybe I haven't," he whispers, placing his hand against Georg's side and running it down, down, down to dig fingers into his hip.
"Touch me, then. My beautiful Alfred, let me feel your fingers. I crave your touch." He drags his tongue along the line of Alfred's neck, up to suck a kiss onto his pulsepoint.
Whatever he's awakened in Alfred, he likes it. The wandering hands, the dark tone in his voice. He rocks against Alfred's thigh with another low noise, nipping at the curve of Alfred's ear. "Touch me to your heart's content."
The permission is all he needed - he groans at the kisses, the graze of fangs, and it all urges him on.
His long, callused fingers slide further, under Georg's waistband, wrapping around the length of him in a firm, decisive grip.
This will be easier with his pants off, but - he figures he can encourage the other man to want to take them off before too long. He pumps his hand a little, slow strokes. Teasing.
Alfred is well aware that he's building back to arousal again - but he doesn't care. He finds himself wanting more, wanting to continue, to lose himself in a different sort of way with Georg than he does with Herbert. He can be embarrassed about it later.
"I don't know," he purrs, keeping his pace as steady as he can. "Do you want to beg?"
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Georg continues to run his fingers through Alfred's hair, watching his face curiously. To see what he'll do next. "This experience was about you, and your pleasure. Did you find it pleasurable?"
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Alfred is still trembling with aftershock, flushed across his face and chest, shivering in Georg's arms.
The older vampire is still very aroused - he can feel it, but moreover, he can SMELL the lust on him; a part of his senses he still hasn't quite adjusted to yet.
As much as Georg insists this was about him, that darker part of Alfred has been stoked, something greedy that insists they needn't be done.
And so, experimentally, he shifts a little, openly grinding that thigh into Georg in a slow, firm press.
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"Greedy boy," he purrs, mouthing at Alfred's jaw. "Haven't had your fill, have you?"
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Good.
A little bit like he felt at the end of that dream, really.
"...Maybe I haven't," he whispers, placing his hand against Georg's side and running it down, down, down to dig fingers into his hip.
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Whatever he's awakened in Alfred, he likes it. The wandering hands, the dark tone in his voice. He rocks against Alfred's thigh with another low noise, nipping at the curve of Alfred's ear. "Touch me to your heart's content."
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His long, callused fingers slide further, under Georg's waistband, wrapping around the length of him in a firm, decisive grip.
This will be easier with his pants off, but - he figures he can encourage the other man to want to take them off before too long. He pumps his hand a little, slow strokes. Teasing.
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"Must I endure the same treatment I gave you?" he wonders aloud. "Will you have me beg?"
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"I don't know," he purrs, keeping his pace as steady as he can. "Do you want to beg?"