"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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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?"