"Ooh, I stirred something in you, hmm?" He reaches behind him to squeeze lightly at whatever part of Alfred he can reach. "Then I can forgive you," he smiles, his pleasure clear in his voice. "That was my aim, you know. To sing you a siren song and hope to lure you to me. But you made me work to get you, and I don't mind that at all."
There's a ticklish little giggle as Herbert grabs at him - the tension of the moment passing and leaving Alfred with a little smile again.
"You did. All I could think about was what beautiful lips must be out there, singing those notes." He nuzzles into his lover a little before pulling back just enough to resume brushing.
"Believe me, it would have been much easier if I had known it was you in the first place! I might not have bothered with Sarah at all."
Maybe.
Of course, he knows full well that part of the problem was just him being gullible.
"These lips. Which are yours whenever you want them. Any time of the night, you need only ask." Herbert hums contentedly and settles back in to let his damp hair be brushed.
"Well, you needn't bother with her any longer. Unless it's at family dinners, of course."
Biting his lip for a moment, he leans forward, brushing his lips right against Herbert's ear to murmur, soft and low: "I'll have to take you up on that, Engel."
...and then once he recovers from trying to be sultry, he kisses the vampire at the base of his jaw, laughing softly.
"I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to bother with me any more than I do with her at this point."
"No one to sing with." There's moment of sadness there, a wistfulness in his voice. But then he takes one of Alfred's hands to kiss his knuckles, squeezing it tight.
"Now I have you, though. I could sing a little something while you played piano. If you'd like."
"Then we ought to. We'll gather everyone around and play and sing for them. A lovely little night of entertainment for everyone." And a chance for Herbert to be at the center of attention, which he loves.
"Perhaps I want to show off how incredibly talented you are. You can do so many lovely things, Alfred. You make so much beauty in this world." He looks down at the sleeve of his shirt, which has flowers embroidered on it where a blood stain used to be.
"Well...sort of. Most of the time it isn't creating beauty...."
Reaching up, he twists two lengths of Herbert's long bangs back behind him, tying them off neatly so he can pin a bow on. Leaning forward, he smiles over his lover's shoulder, eyes bright.
"... It's just shining a light on what's already there."
"How does this always end up with you complimenting me in some way," he teases, reaching up to set his hand against Alfred's cheek. "Not that I'm complaining, of course. You can compliment me all you like.
You have such a poetic way of speaking, you know. Perhaps that stems from your music."
At this, the younger man just smiles. He knows a part of it is deflection, but he really does love complimenting Herbert, telling him how wonderful he is. His lover may not admit it, but he needs that just as much as Alfred does.
"Maybe," he muses in a soft little purr, nuzzling into Herbert's hand, "My family name does come from a line of writers, too. It was the only part of my family I ever felt any kind of connection to. I...I like it, saying these things to you out loud."
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"You did. All I could think about was what beautiful lips must be out there, singing those notes." He nuzzles into his lover a little before pulling back just enough to resume brushing.
"Believe me, it would have been much easier if I had known it was you in the first place! I might not have bothered with Sarah at all."
Maybe.
Of course, he knows full well that part of the problem was just him being gullible.
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"Well, you needn't bother with her any longer. Unless it's at family dinners, of course."
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Biting his lip for a moment, he leans forward, brushing his lips right against Herbert's ear to murmur, soft and low: "I'll have to take you up on that, Engel."
...and then once he recovers from trying to be sultry, he kisses the vampire at the base of his jaw, laughing softly.
"I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to bother with me any more than I do with her at this point."
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After a few moments of quiet, he adds, "I used to sing all the time. When I was younger."
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The statement made into the quiet feels...personal, charged, and so it's gently that Alfred replies.
"Did you? ...Why did you stop?"
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"Now I have you, though. I could sing a little something while you played piano. If you'd like."
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"I wouldn't like that, Engel, I would love it. I would love nothing more than to make music with you."
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He places a little kiss at the nape of Herbert's neck.
"It could be a lot of fun."
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Reaching up, he twists two lengths of Herbert's long bangs back behind him, tying them off neatly so he can pin a bow on. Leaning forward, he smiles over his lover's shoulder, eyes bright.
"... It's just shining a light on what's already there."
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You have such a poetic way of speaking, you know. Perhaps that stems from your music."
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"Maybe," he muses in a soft little purr, nuzzling into Herbert's hand, "My family name does come from a line of writers, too. It was the only part of my family I ever felt any kind of connection to. I...I like it, saying these things to you out loud."