Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

[heyhohey]

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[heyhohey]

Even though he doesn't need to breathe, he's panting a little - as he comes down, he shifts a hand to play with Herbert's hair, an idle little motion.

"...Really? I - I mean, that was...that felt incredible, but...I really did well? For a first time?"

Always so unsure, but...not frightened, not anymore. He feels himself softening inside of his lover, but - he needs another moment before pulling out, savoring the contact, the connection.

[loveinsideme]

"For a first time?" He laughs, but not cruelly. Just -- tickled. He strokes his fingers idly over Alfred's back, tracing random patterns. "I swear I nearly forgot my name, that's how good you felt."

Perhaps it's different, when you make love to someone you truly care about. It certainly feels that way.

[heyhohey]

"O-oh - good. I...I mean, it made me feel...very, very good, too. You felt...even better than I had imagined you would, Engel."

Alfred looks pleased, if confused, about the way he had been thinking during. And about how Herbert had responded, come to think of it.

He should really ask about that.

"...Herbert - can you...read minds? Or does that happen during...y'know...vampire...intimacy?"

[loveinsideme]

"Oh no, I can't. But I think you might be able to. Or at the very least, send your thoughts out. I could hear some of them as clear as day.

And they were delicious," he assures Alfred, before he has time to protest or be too shy about it.

[heyhohey]

He doesn't get shy.

He just...stares for a moment, blinking, shellshocked.

"...What? Me?"

Is he saying I have...a mental power?

[loveinsideme]

"I'm fairly certain you do, yes. Most of us develop some sort of powers when we're turned, but it's a little different for everyone."

[heyhohey]

His mouth drops open, jaw working for a moment or two.

But he doesn't look scared. He actually...looks excited, a little awe shining in his eyes.

"Oh. I...wait, do you have powers, then?"

[loveinsideme]

Ah, hmm. Slightly awkward, but -- he might as well tell him. "Yes, yes I do. I can peek into people's dreams. And sometimes, to a very limited extent, play around a bit with what is in there. Oh not the grand scheme of things, of course. All the ideas have to be there, first. But I can toy with what is already in the dream."

[heyhohey]

"Oh! Wow, that's - that's incredible...."

He is just a little too lost in the afterglow and the realization that he himself has psychic powers for that information to really sink in - for now, he just smiles a goofy little smile, completely enamored with the man under him.

Which...he really should probably get...out of. Bracing himself, he groans as he raises his hips enough to slide free, rolling over so that he can nestle up in Herbert's arms instead.

Blindly, he reaches to where the nightstand should be for a towel.

He is...confused when said nightstand is a good foot away from where he is expecting.

[loveinsideme]

Herbert sighs as Alfred pulls away and settles back against the pillow, more than happy to snuggle up with him comfortably like this.

-- and then lets out a giggle when he looks up to see what's made Alfred pause. "Yes, ah, you were quite. Forceful. I don't think my bed's ever been moved like that. We can move it back later."

[heyhohey]

"...Oh! Oh."

The laugh that escapes him is sheepish, a blush rising to his cheeks. "I...keep forgetting how strong I am now. I didn't think about how it would...affect...this."

But Herbert seemed to like it, and that's comfort enough. He traces little patterns on his partner's chest with one fingertip in a soft, fond little motion.

His heart feels...full, his eyes bright with affection.

[loveinsideme]

"I'm really quite fond of how strong you are. I find it very attractive," he purrs, stroking his fingertips lazily back and forth over Alfred's back as his lover lays against him. "Perhaps we'll push the bed against the wall to keep it from moving, in the future.

That is, if you'd like to do this again," Herbert teases lightly.

[heyhohey]

Alfred shivers a little under the light strokes of Herbert's nails. His nerves all still feel charged, sensitive - and he is growing to love the feeling of his lover's touch more and more each night.

"Of course I do," he giggles, shyly. "It was...it was amazing, being with you like that. It felt...new, but it also felt...right."

[loveinsideme]

"It felt absolutely right," he murmurs in agreement, nuzzling at Alfred's hair and dropping soft kisses there. "And don't think I'm going to let you go just yet. There's so much of you I haven't explored yet. I'd like to be very thorough with my work on memorizing every inch of your body. If you're amenable to it."

[heyhohey]

He purrs at the nuzzling, body curling a little against Herbert in a catlike fashion. He's not quite sure what he means to do, exploring...but he feels content, done with hiding himself from his lover's view.

"Yes - I mean, of course, Engel. I'm...I'm yours."

His hand flutters to his own scar, touching where the new puncture marks have broken through. He grins, fanged and crooked.

"All yours."

[loveinsideme]

"All mine, I quite like the sound of that. I just need to decide where to start. Shall I begin with your ankles and work my way up? Or start with your shoulders and move down. Either way I plan on making a map of your body, using my hands and mouth."

[heyhohey]

"O-oh...."

Well. Depending on how that goes, they...may not worry about moving the bed back just yet, Alfred thinks vaguely, flushing a little.

"I...I suppose it's my turn to lie still?"

[loveinsideme]

"And be a good boy, that's exactly right." Herbert rolls over on top of him and gives him a brief but firm kiss. Then, with a grin, he slides down Alfred's body and kisses the inside of first one ankle, then the other.

"I think I'll start here."

[heyhohey]

Alfred hums a little into the kiss, into the pressure of Herbert rolling on top of him. It sort of reminds him of the first time they met, only this time, he's not scared out of his wits.

Really, there's a lot about that night he maybe hasn't fully processed yet.

"I'll try my best not to squirm," he chuckles, letting his head relax back to stare upward. "But I can be a little...a little ticklish in places."

[loveinsideme]

"Well don't tell me that. Then I'll want to find them all so I know where best to attack."

He strokes the sides of Alfred's calves, then lifts one foot to set it on the bed so he can get at more skin to kiss. He nearly reaches Alfred's knee when a small mark makes him pull up short. He pauses, rubbing his thumb over it. Frowning faintly as something tugs at the corner of his mind. "Alfred, love. What's this?"

[heyhohey]

His only response to that comment is a little helpless giggle - he's vaguely ticklish just imagining it, and he tries to keep himself from moving around by letting his thoughts wander, shutting his eyes and enjoying the feeling of soft kisses against his skin.

Yes, that first night. That first day here, really. That night before, full of restless sleep, where he had wound up upside-down in a bed like this one, so troubled-

The question pulls him from his reflection, and he looks down to Herbert in confusion for a moment before realizing what he's talking about.

"Oh - that? Just a birthmark, I was born with it. Mother called it my little star. I usually wear tall socks, and it's in a funny spot, so you must not have noticed it before."

[loveinsideme]

"A star..." He remembers -- but no, he doesn't want to remember, not now. Not when he has Alfred, here and whole and alive before him. Or, well. Not --

It doesn't matter. Alfred is here, and that's all that does matter.

He presses a kiss to the mark and concentrates his efforts on Alfred's inner thigh rather than lingering on those thoughts.

[heyhohey]

"Mmhmm," he confirms softly - but he feels...something, there, in Herbert's voice, in his heart. A stirring, another ghost of something far from his time.

But his lover presses on quickly, and so he dismisses the matter for now, softly groaning at the attention to his inner thigh. Best to let the thoughts travel a bit more, yes. Keeping calm.

That dream. Right.

That dream really should have been more of a marker to him that something was calling him to this place, drawing him in. It had been horrifying at the time, but...was it really so terrible? He can recall it, if he tries, clear as day....

[loveinsideme]

It's better if he just presses on, rather than think about the past. Better to stay in the here and now.

Honestly, he wishes he could leave more lasting marks. Fingerprint shaped bruises all over Alfred's skin, scratch marks on his back and thighs, dark purple marks he's sucked into his skin. But they all disappear as quickly as he makes them, alas.

It doesn't, however, stop him from trying.

[heyhohey]

Whatever Herbert is coming to grips with, the edges of it needle Alfred, bother him in a way he can't quite fully ignore - but he tries, oh he tries, especially under the attentions of long nails, soft lips, searching tongue. There are spots around his thighs and hips that make the little groans go quite loud indeed, and he's struggling not to move headlong into round two.

Part of his body, quite visibly, is beginning to disagree.

Biting his lip, he tries to think about the dream. It had been strange, with him leading Sarah on, with the Count looking...that way, with Herbert-

Wait.

"...You can guide...dreams, you said?"