Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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"Wonderful." Herbert sets his glass aside and rests his hand against Alfred's hip, taking a step closer so their bodies are just brushing together.

"Because ever since I first saw you..." he says, glancing down and touching his tongue to the tip of his fang pointedly. "I've wanted all of that in me."

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Oh.

The sudden closeness, the words - already Alfred is feeling a little breathless (so to speak), blue eyes lingering on where Herbert's tongue meets his fang. For a long moment, he tries to think of a reply, something witty, something seductive, but all his words die before they begin.

So instead, he just follows his instinct, closing the distance entirely to press his lips over Herbert's, hands sliding around the back of his shoulders and head to draw him in.

But this is no chaste kiss, no light, soft, experimentally lush thing - his tongue pushes past Herbert's fangs, exploring insistently.

...want...too. Faint, faint enough to miss, but - something there all the same, an echo, almost lost against the sounds of the crackling fireplace.

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Oh, oh. His hands slide down to grip and squeeze Alfred's ass, pulling their hips together. His tongue touches Alfred's and he makes a low, pleased noise.

Something tickles the edge of his consciousness, faint but present. He's not quite sure what it is, and so shakes it off to concentrate on devouring Alfred's mouth thoroughly.

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Encouraged by the sounds, by the feeling of his tongue dancing with his lover's, Alfred slowly gains a bit of confidence - he can do this. The only thing standing in the way is himself.

As his ass is grabbed, he ruts forward a little, groaning into the kiss before pulling his hips back and away. Sliding his hands back to Herbert's, he tugs at them, moving them to his lapels. A wordless request - it's time.

His own hands hesitate for just a moment...before sliding to Herbert's waistband, fingers toying enticingly at the fastener on his pants.

Trembling a little, sure - but he doesn't pull back. He's ready.

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Oh yes, Alfred is reacting beautifully to every touch, every kiss. The way his tongue slides against Herbert's makes him sigh happily, making needy little noises as Alfred grinds against him.

Then he pulls back and Herbert pouts a little, but -- then Alfred's hands are at his clothes, and oh, Herbert likes this. He slides his fingers over the front of Alfred's trousers, over the length of him before he reaches down to unfasten Alfred's trousers in return. "I've always said. Such talented fingers."

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The graceful fingers tracing down over the contour of him makes the younger man hiss a little, already feeling himself get quite hard inside his trousers - he's glad of the fasteners being undone, eager for Herbert to free him.

But that comment...he sees an opportunity to be a little cheeky about it, and...well. He has resolved it's time, after all. Once the older vampire's fastenings are undone, he shoots a look briefly up through his lashes, licking his lips a moment to wet them before replying -

"...Well...let's see."

And then he's sliding his hand right down the front of Herbert's pants, fingers moving to trace right against his skin. Alfred's hand, touching him directly for the first time.

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"Oh yes," Herbert sighs, pressing into Alfred's hand with a low noise. He swiftly undoes Aflred's trousers and slides his hands in, stroking his fingertips along the line of Alfred's hips. "I think we ought to part, at least briefly, and disrobe. And come back together once we're fully undressed.

Because if we don't, I'm going to tear your clothes off completely."

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The part of Alfred that has read a number of bodice-ripping novels almost can't bear the idea of parting, especially as he shudders at the touch of his partner's fingers tracing his hips -

But of course it's right, Herbert is right. Alfred sneaks another quick stroke in before nodding a couple of times, wordlessly agreeing.

Well, almost wordlessly.

Hurry.

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"Oh, your hands are so -- oh Alfred, I can't wait to have your fingers in me." He pulls his shirt off and steps out of his trousers, toeing off his socks quickly. Then he sets about helping Alfred get rid of his shirt, too.

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The reality of all this is still settling through the haze - that comment is equal parts enticing and terrifying, and he can't quite string words together to respond.

Once they're apart, he fumbles to remove the jacket, barely kicking the boots aside before Herbert is back and helping him with the shirt.

Attentive blue eyes travel up and down his lover's naked form in front of him, and that doesn't much help him find words, either...really, it's all he can do to work out of the rest of his clothes, even with help.

It would go faster, if it seemed like he could bear to stop touching Herbert now that the dam has broken...but his fingertips find their way across contour after contour intermittently, from nape of neck, to abs, to small of back and inner thigh.

Is...

Alfred TEASING Herbert?

"H-help me step out of these," he mumbles huskily about his underwear and stockings.

(He, of course, thinks nothing of the little mark on the back of his left calf, just below the knee, standing out sharp in its little star shape against his pale skin.)

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He is being teased, and he loves it. His whimpers turn to whines the longer it goes on, until finally Alfred stops and asks him --

"Oh, happily," Herbert purrs, sliding down to his knees and pulling down his underwear, helping him step out of them, and then his stockings. Once Alfred is fully undressed, he mouths at his hip with a contented sigh, turning his head a little to nuzzle at Alfred's cock.

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The nibble at his hip draws a moan from Alfred - but the friction right against his shaft makes him clap a hand onto Herbert's shoulder so he can stay upright when his knees threaten to buckle. He's completely hard, and the sight of his lover on his knees, so close...well, recent memory makes him throb, biting his lip a little.

But no, that's not what they're doing tonight. And what they are doing isn't going to happen standing here.

Stooping down, he loops an arm under Herbert's, drawing him first up to his feet...and then scooping him up to carry him to the bed. His intent is to set him gently, tenderly. What actually happens is that he barely makes it to sitting him on the edge before his lips are pressed to the vampire's neck in an open-mouthed kiss, nose buried in his hair and drawing deep breaths he doesn't need just to take in the other man's scent.

When Alfred is trying, he is seldom seductive.

But when he isn't, when he lets go....

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He laughs at being carried to the bed, and he settles most happily in Alfred's lap, arms around his neck.

"Oh yes, that's lovely," Herbert moans softly, pushing his fingers through Alfred's hair and tugging lightly. He tips his head just a bit, for Alfred to get at more skin, if he'd like. He's so very pleased that Albert is willing and ready to do something like this with him.

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The moans are encouraging, and he continues to kiss and lick his way along Herbert's pale skin, his hands moving to explore his back while he does so. The tug in his hair makes him groan, voice vibrating against the older vampire's skin in a low growl - and a hand slides between them, tracing along the crest of Herbert's hip, inching closer and closer.

He is enjoying this, immensely.

But a wave of anxiety still hits.

'.........ka...........okay...what do I do now?'

The flutter of a voice again - this time, definitely Alfred's, but...impossibly Alfred's, as well, given as his tongue is currently pressed against his lover's Adam's apple.

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He purrs and arches under Alfred's touches, pressing into his hand with great enthusiasm. But it's still a tease. Still not enough.

How fortuitous; Alfred does seem to get tonguetied when they're intimate together, so being able to hear his thoughts is ever so useful.

"Next, my love, I want you to spread me out on this bed. And then I want you to slick your fingers up and slip them inside me, slowly, one at a time. Until neither of us can stand waiting any longer."

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Well huh.

Herbert is...being very intuitive about this, but Alfred is grateful - prying himself away from the vampire's neck, he grabs him, laying him back against his neat comforter and meticulously arranged pillows as suggested. Awkward, perhaps, but gentle, caring. He wants to do this right.

It's with fumbling hands that he fetches the oil, his own flush covering his face, his chest. Pouring a bit out into his palm and working it over his fingertips, he climbs onto the bed, glancing nervously up at Herbert ...

Before stooping down to place a soft kiss on his hip, while slipping his right index finger in, slowly and carefully starting to stretch his lover out. The whole time, he watches carefully...paying attention to how Herbert reacts.

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And Herbert makes sure to be very reactive, to let Alfred know he's doing well. "Oh, yes," he sighs, spreading his legs a little wider. One hand goes back to grip the pillow behind him, the other going down to stroke through Alfred's hair, since he knows how much his darling boy likes that. That it makes him feel good, and he wants tonight to make Alfred feel amazing, so that he'll hopefully decide to come back for more.

"Just like that, you're doing so well, mon cheri."

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"Mmm...."

The only response from him at the encouragement is a little whimper of need that shifts down into a low purr as his hair is toyed with - a wind of his own hips to grind himself a little against the bed between the other man's legs. The anxiety is starting to loose its grip, yielding to white-hot need.

Emboldened by Herbert's reaction, he starts to work his finger around in an achingly slow thrust - making sure he feels the press of every knuckle as it moves in and out.

'He looks so beautiful like this...oh, Engel, keep moaning like that and I'm going to lose my head....'

Oblivious to the idea that he is broadcasting his thoughts and feelings, he can't know about the words, or the wave of dark, roiling lust that suddenly assaults his partner's mind.

No, he just keeps thrusting that finger in and out a few more times before sliding in a second, laboriously slowly.

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Good, he wants Alfred to lose his head. He wants to see Alfred absolutely wild with desire. A wave of Alfred's lust hits him and if he had to breathe, his breath would be taken away. Instead, he tips his head back with a groan, pressing his heels into the mattress.

"Oh you tease," he whines, scratching his nails lightly over the back of Alfred's neck. "When you feel you're ready to, you could try two fingers."

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If that's what he wants, it's evident that's what he's going to get - something different is blooming in the young man, the more he lets himself go.

A playful little twinkle flashes in his eyes at the insinuation...he could be obedient here, as is his usual way, but...hm. Something about all this is making him feel a little bold.

"Okay," softly, sweetly...but a little sly. He teases the opening just a little with the second finger...before reaching over with his free hand to wrap his long, callused fingers around his lover's cock.

'Patience, Engel...patience.' He only thinks the words, what he thinks is a private joke, a stray thought to spur him on, but of course Herbert can hear, the tone dark, commanding in a way he can't quite be out loud.

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"Patience," he grumbles, inhaling through his teeth as that second finger just barely brushes against his entrance. And then, oh god, Alfred has a hand around him and Herbert is torn between wanting to thrust into his fist or grind down against his hand.

"I'll have you know," Herbert says, biting at his lip. "That I am using every ounce of self control I have to stay still right now."

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Okay, that...that makes him look to Herbert's face in confusion and surprise. He did not say that out loud, he's certain of that. So how could he have reacted?

Maybe it's...coincidence, somehow. For now, his attentions are elsewhere, and he opts to let it go.

"Good," he manages, that strong, dark tone from his thoughts only a shadow in his spoken word. That's all he can say, unsure about saying more. But in his head....

'Your turn to be the good boy, Herbert.'

Finally that second finger presses in, stretching him further. He's going to need to be well relaxed to take Alfred anyhow. The hand wrapped around Herbert's shaft moves just a little, pumping once or twice, slow and teasing.

But his hand is shaking. His own restraint is starting to slip.

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Your turn to be the good boy oh lord he's not going to survive this, is he? Oh dear oh dear. Not when Alfred is broadcasting thoughts like that, a little dark and much more dominant than Herbert would have thought but oh oh oh he likes it.

He mewls happily when Alfred pushes a second finger into him, his toes curling in delight. "Oh you're splendid, my love." He drags his nails over Alfred's back, down to grip and squeeze his delightfully round ass.

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Perhaps if Alfred realized he had an audience for his thoughts, he would be a little more flustered - but all he knows is that thinking that way is making him feel good, strong...and Herbert is definitely enjoying himself, so he must be doing something right.

The fingers inside Herbert twist and dance together, his pace quickening just a little with growing impatience. His other hand leaves his lover's cock in favor of sliding up his body as he leans up, giving better access to Herbert grabbing him.

In this position, he can resume kissing and lapping at his neck and shoulders, hips twitching as he can't quite keep himself from grinding against the pale skin of Herbert's hip.

Once again, he can't manage words, only a low moan and a keening whine at the feeling of nails on his skin. Another powerful wave of pure need rolls off him like thunder, and only two words echo in his mind, an intrusive thought that makes him visibly shudder, eyes a bit dark:

'You're MINE.'

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He feels completely overstimulated in the best way. The way Alfred's cock is rubbing against his hip, the twist and thrust of his fingers inside him, the overwhelming feelings of lust and want rolling off of Alfred, washing over him like a tidal wave. It only heightens his own need, his own desire for this gorgeous boy on top of him and he presses his fingers harder into Alfred's flesh in a way that might leave bruises if he didn't heal so quickly.

"Yours, all yours," he agrees breathlessly and tips his head back to offer up more of his neck. "Oh my love, you're driving me wild. I need you -- a third finger, please. So I'm ready to take all of you."