Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

[heyhohey]

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[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.

[heyhohey]

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?"

[heyhohey]

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?"

[heyhohey]

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."

[heyhohey]

Attention to the scar always makes Alfred seize up - it's tied up in a lot of feelings, and this is adding to the pile.

He doesn't resist, trying to remain still as he's stripped, moved around. Laying there in only his highly-tented briefs now, the flush is spread from cheeks to chest, thigh trembling under Georg's touch.

He doesn't reply, doesn't know what to say - only stares up at Georg, wide-eyed, lips slightly parted.

[nachtvogel]

"I'm not going to make love to you, tonight," he explains, tugging Alfred's briefs down and off. "I am merely going to appreciate you. Well, merely. I intend on being..."

He stretches out on top of Alfred, sighing at the feel of their bodies pressed so closely together. He's hard as well, in his trousers, but he doesn't bother with them. He'd rather take his time exploring his new lover.

"... very thorough with you."

[heyhohey]

There is a little hiss from the younger vampire at those words, reflexive - he's not quite consciously sure of what he wants, but the idea of NOT being made love to after all this is hard to swallow.

But then he's laid bare, and Georg is on top of him, wearing just his trousers, and Alfred can feel his arousal -

That damn dream haunts him, and he groans breathlessly, unable to stop himself from writhing for just a moment under the other man's weight.

He opens his mouth, jaw working, but he's stuck for words again.

[nachtvogel]

"Where shall I start with you, hmm?" He runs his fingers over the mess of a scar that Sarah left behind. Biting too deep, going back and biting too many times. So he tips Alfred's head the other way and presses his lips there instead, licking and sucking at the spot between his neck and shoulder.

[heyhohey]

Attention to his scar always makes him shudder, and this is no exception - but when his head is tilted the other way, when Georg's mouth is suddenly on him, his response is LOUD, hips writing in a short grind he can't stop.

He tilts his head as far as it will go, giving him even more access, inviting him in - more quiet ways of showing that he wants more, he's ready for it, he needs it.

[nachtvogel]

"Shall I claim you like that?" Georg purrs, tracing his nails lightly over the sensitive skin of Alfred's throat. "Shall I sink my fangs into you, and allow you to bite me in return? To join us together in a delicious, blood soaked union?" He can smell the scent of Alfred's blood, mixed with the scent of his arousal. It's heady. It's mouthwatering.

[heyhohey]

Oh. Oh, even the thought of that has him stiffening further, his mouth going a bit dry with anticipation. He whimpers a little bit, struggling to find his words, to find coherent thought at all, really-

"Y-yes," he moans, shuddering under the nails skating over his skin. "P-please, Georg - please-"

A little more needy than he meant it to sound, but...he can't help it.

[nachtvogel]

"Gladly, my love. Gladly." He cradles Alfred's head gently as he sinks he's fangs into his neck with a groan, letting the blood flow over his lips, his tongue. Moaning delightedly at the taste of Alfred at his most pure.

He drags a hand over Alfred's thigh, hoisting his leg over his hip and grinding firmly against him.

[heyhohey]

The sound that tumbles from Alfred as the fangs pierce his skin is a new one for Georg's ears, coming from him - a low, almost bestial growl, a sharp hiss of pleasure from behind fangs that drop down of their own volition. It isn't so far removed from that day when he had lost himself...but he's still very much there, still very much Alfred.

It's just that he's letting himself go, giving in to the urges, letting Georg take him as he wants to. He pants as he feels that shift, feels the grinding, feels his own cock hardening the rest of the way in response to all the stimulation. His hips try to find some kind of rhythm, sweat already starting to bead on his forehead and chest.

[nachtvogel]

The reaction Alfred gives is perfection. Beyond what Georg could have hoped for. The way the younger vampire moves against him, the darkly sweet noise that is pulled from him, the baring of his fangs. Georg couldn't have asked for a better response.

He pulls back slowly with a moan of his own, swiping his fingers through Alfred's blood and licking them clean. "Exquisite," he sighs as he drags his tongue over Alfred's neck, making sure to get every last drop.

"Come, little one," he purrs, moving his hair aside and tipping Alfred's chin up, tilting his head to the side to offer his own neck. "Come drink from me."