Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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[nachtvogel]

"You're a curious young man," Georg nearly purrs, eyes grazing slowly over Alfred's body. From Herbert's descriptions, he has a bit of an idea as to what is hiding under all those layers. He'd like to see it for himself, but Alfred requires some coaxing.

"I'm sure you've learned quite a bit. Both from the books and personal experience."

[heyhohey]

The shift in Georg's tone, the way his eyes travel - Alfred is beginning to realize what this is. What this could turn into.

He tries not to let his voice shake, tries to keep his eyes up. He knew this was possible, but...he hadn't expected it today.

"...Yes. At least, qu-quite a bit more than I...knew before."

[nachtvogel]

"I'm curious to know. What is your favourite thing you've learned so far?"

Herbert had given Georg his blessing. Sarah was... fine with it. She didn't pretend to understand it, but so long as she wasn't left alone, she was happy.

And now it's down to Alfred.

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"Oh - ah - I-"

Well, there's a question he wasn't expecting to be asked outright. He's already flustered, and now he's revisiting dozens of sexual encounters in his mind.

He tries to open his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a sort of...whimper.

His hands unfold, itching to reach out, but....

[nachtvogel]

He'd be lying if he said he didn't find that soft whimper exceedingly satisfying. And sweet.

He passes his hand over Alfred's chest, not quite making contact with him. A whisper of a touch. The suggestion of what could be. "The choice is entirely yours, of course. We've both spoken with Herbert. We know his feelings on the matter.

But in the end, it's up to you."

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For a long moment, Alfred stands there, lips slightly parted, just...looking at Georg. Following his hand with bright blue eyes, trembling faintly with the beginnings of arousal.

He knows it's okay with Herbert. Communication on the topic had been plain and clear. The only thing stopping him now is...himself. His own sense of wrong and right, which...has been changing, shifting day by day.

Human morality is complicated enough, and now he isn't human.

So, biting at his lip a little bit, he reaches out to catch the older vampire's hand, bringing it back to him and resting it flat against his firm chest.

He can't speak, can't find words...but he meets Georg's gaze with a doe-eyed stare. Innocent, unsure, and...wanting.

[nachtvogel]

Those wide, beautiful eyes, watching him with an expression that it at once both uncertain and needy. Like he doesn't know what he wants. But hadn't Georg offered this very thing, on the day they first met? Learn from me what it means to love.

And Georg is a patient man. He is willing to teach Alfred everything, anything he could possibly want to know.

He presses his hand firmly against Alfred's chest where it's set, his other hand coming up to curl under his chin as he tips his head up for a soft, tender kiss.

[heyhohey]

Alfred lets a soft sound slip as he is kissed - his eyes slide shut and, after a moment, he starts to reciprocate, his own hands moving outward to trace around Georg's ribcage, lightly embracing him.

The kiss is so different from Herbert's. All of this feels so different, and it's...exciting. He loves Herbert, so much, but...the chance to explore with someone else is enticing. He can feel something dark in him responding to it, to the thrill, and it makes him shiver.

He wants this. He really does, and another little whimper flutters high in the back of his throat.

[nachtvogel]

He keeps it soft for Alfred. Keeps the kiss sweet, just on the edge of too-light. It's a teasing thing, this kiss of Georg's. Something that promises so much more, if Alfred will only continue to follow him.

He's glad he waited, too. Glad he never kissed him, when Alfred was out of his mind with hunger and need because oh, this is so much better. So much more rewarding to have Alfred return the kiss so sweetly, leaning into it just a little.

It's a lovely thing, this kiss.

[heyhohey]

There is always this sense, with Georg, of being led down a path. If Herbert is Alfred's Prince, then the older vampire is more like the Big Bad Wolf, patiently waiting to lead the young man in red down a deep, dark path, at the end of which waits darkness, fangs, a soft growl and the inability to return.

It should be scary. It used to be scary. But now, all it really does is makes him hold tighter, slowly but surely pressing more and more into the kiss, the touch.

'Lead me.'

[nachtvogel]

It's beautiful, the way Alfred is so willing. So eager to be lead. How lost he had seemed that first night in the castle but wonderfully ready to follow Georg's voice, to let himself be drawn into the darkness.

And so Georg pulls him further, gripping his hips to drag him close. To feel that delightfully muscular body against his again.

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All his life, Alfred had been told he was too cowardly, too cautious - but honestly, he had never quite understood why. He has always been drawn to that which frightens him...a love of horror stories and dark stage plays had been with him since early adolescence. He liked the thrill of it, even if he was scared.

Maybe that's part of why he's so willing to walk with Georg this way now, allowing himself to be pulled in. He moans a little against Georg's lips as his hips are grabbed, as their bodies fit neatly together.

Something in the back of his head remembers the last time they were this close, the sensations that followed...but this time, he has himself, he's not lost, he's not buried in his own head. He can resist the urge to throw himself into this.

Even if only to prolong it. To have fun.

[nachtvogel]

George ends the kiss slowly, sucking at Alfred's lower lip a little as he pulls back enough to study his face. Taking in his expression. Alfred really is such a beautiful boy. It's no wonder both he and Herbert fell for him so quickly upon seeing him.

Herbert was right. Alfred does have the loveliest lashes.

"Tell me, dear boy," Georg purrs, reaching up to stroke his thumb over Alfred's lips. "How far would you like this to go tonight? I'm content with merely kissing you for a while. But if you'd like more than that, I'm happy to oblige."

[heyhohey]

Oh, the end of that kiss - it leaves Alfred looking flushed and a bit lost, the anxiety in his eyes yielding to lust, to need.

Of course, of course Georg is a gentleman about this, asking boundaries. It's reassuring, really, even though Alfred has already made the decision.

He shudders as his lips are stroked, the faint memory of blood being smeared by that thumb haunting him.

"I...." His voice is low, trembling, husky. He swallows hard. "...I want...I want...more."

[nachtvogel]

"More?" he asks, his fingers ghosting over Alfred's throat. Of course he wants more, such an inquisitive young man. But to hear him ask for it in that low, rough voice sends shivers through the older vampire. Has him brushing their lips together again.

"Do you want my hands on you, Alfred?"

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Every faint brush of Georg's graceful hands makes Alfred shiver noticably. With Herbert, everything is always so to the point, a tango with sharp turns.

This is a waltz.

"Yes," he stammers, hissing a little. "P-please, Georg. Please."

[nachtvogel]

Georg plucks at Alfred's tie to undo it, slowly unbuttoning the boy's shirt. Sliding his suspenders off his shoulders. But taking his time with everything, as though they had centuries to do everything Alfred wants to do. Which they do, really. All the time in the world.

"Patience, my magnificent boy," he smiles, sliding his hands down to untuck Alfred's shirt. Moving with a lazy sort of grace. And he pauses to admire Alfred, now that his shirt is undone. "Look at you. Truly, a beauty."

[heyhohey]

As his clothes are peeled away, Alfred stands very still - his mouth very dry as he is slowly, slowly exposed.

Being told to be patient is - it's no wonder Herbert reacts when he says that, the way it feels. His hands clench a moment with the effort to stay still, to wait.

But then there's the compliment, and he looks a little bashful, eyes wandering away.

"Th-thank you...."

Innocent. Shy.

[nachtvogel]

He traces his fingers so, so lightly over the lines of Alfred's muscles. His pecs, his stomach, over his hips. Such a strong physique. He could spend hours, days, weeks appreciating Alfred's body.

But he notices Alfred looking away, and nuzzles his cheek. "So shy, my love. Are you nervous?"

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Those strokes coax little sounds out of the younger man as he watches long nails skate over his body - he whimpers, hisses, moans in turn, keeping his eyes down.

But the touch against his cheek makes him look up through his eyelashes, head bowed a little.

"...A little," he admits, his voice hoarse. "Yes. But I - I trust you."

[nachtvogel]

"And I you." He kisses the corner of his mouth and gently caresses the curves of Alfred's hips, keeping their bodies close.

"Shall I take you to the bed? I'd like to take my time exploring you. Discovering all of you. You body is a treat meant to be savored."

[heyhohey]

He can't help but press into the strokes against his hips, shuddering and gasping softly. The slow, easy pace of all this is such a tease compared to how Herbert prefers things...it has Alfred struggling a little bit to remain patient.

"Mm... yes," he fairly whispers, all too aware that his trousers are starting to feel...constrictive.

[nachtvogel]

"Then let me take you to bed. Let me undress you. Let me spread you out and worship you," Georg practically purrs against Alfred's ear as he undoes the boy's trousers, sliding his fingers inside to trace over the vee of his hips.

"Would you enjoy that, Alfred?"

[heyhohey]

Alfred wasn't sure exactly what he expected from a sexual encounter with Georg, but this... certainly feels right. It's not the animal dominance from his dream, but he feels under Georg's thumb all the same.

And he LIKES IT. Oh, does he like it, whining needily as he feels nails on his skin.

"Y-yes - I would, yes, please-"

His words tumble out, not panicked exactly, but stilted, a little out of his control.

[nachtvogel]

"Wonderful." He drags parted lips over Alfred's neck, pressing a kiss to the scar on his neck as he pushes Alfred's shirt off and lets it fall to the floor. Then he lifts Alfred and sets him on the mattress, pushing the clean clothes to the floor to give them room.

He strips Alfred's trousers off, then his stockings, stroking a hand over his thigh as he gazes down at him. "Look at you," he sighs. Admiring. "Exquisite."