Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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[heyhohey]

The feeling of Herbert's fingers sliding across his waist over the fabric and boning is...good. Different. He bites his lip a little, finally letting his eyes slit back open as he's questioned.

"Yes," he nearly gasps, glancing back, his expression one of a different brand of confusion than normal. "I-I feel...I feel...."

He lightly slides his own hands down the front of the corset, tracing the boning down, down, down. He sounds bemused.

"I don't quite know how to describe it. But I - I like it."

[loveinsideme]

"Well it suits you wonderfully. I think you look marvelous." He hums and kisses at Alfred's shoulder, spidering his fingers over Alfred's stomach, covering Alfred's hands with his own. "Shall I try a little makeup on you? A little eyeliner, a little lipstick perhaps?"

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Alfred purrs, relishing the attention, the cool touch of Herbert's hands on his own.

"...Yes, please," he murmurs, blue eyes still glittering with that Something Else. There is a Feeling radiating off the young man, a sort of...tension, anticipation, but also...sensuality. Something catlike and languid, waking up inside him, stretching long-still muscles.

He's not saying very much, but this time, it may not just be because he's tongue-tied.

[loveinsideme]

"Delightful." He sits next to Alfred on the bench and looks over the few pieces of makeup he'd given him to toy with, if he so chose. He selects a lipstick that very nearly matches the shade of red of his corset, holding Alfred's chin carefully as he applies it to his lips.

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As his chin is lifted, Alfred sits very still, very docile - watching Herbert's face closely as he leans in to paint his lips.

Vaguely, he remembers watching his mother do her makeup. It was always demure, but still it felt like a sort of art, something out of reach for little Alfred, who was a boy and ought to be out skinning his knees.

But what does any of it really mean, in the end? Masculine, feminine? Herbert is strong, and fierce, and yet so, so beautiful.

And, maybe for the first time, Alfred feels a little of that too.

[loveinsideme]

"Close your eyes for me for a moment, my love?" He takes up the eyeliner and very, very carefully lines Alfred's eyes with it. He takes up the mascara, then sets it back down. "No, your lashes are naturally beautiful. I refuse to add anything to them. Not that the rest of you isn't naturally beautiful. This just enhances your features."

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Obediently, Alfred shuts his eyes for Herbert to work on them - he doesn't flinch at all, holding stock-still. Pure trust, a far cry from when he had first arrived.

"You are the expert here, compared to me," he murmurs, smiling softly, unused to the feeling of painted lips. "I would have had no idea what I was doing. Especially not without a mirror."

[loveinsideme]

"Then allow me to be your mirror and tell you that your lips are naturally very blush, and the colour only accentuates that. The kohl makes your blue eyes even brighter."

[heyhohey]

"Oh...."

He tries to picture himself that way, tries to think back at the last time he saw himself - it feels so long ago now, and he finds it's a little hard to imagine.

But still he smiles at Herbert, his ever-off-kilter fangs peeking out between his reddened lips.

"That sounds...nice."

[loveinsideme]

"Your eyes are so lovely. I swear I could happily drown in them," he sighs, tipping Alfred's chin up for one final inspection.

"This really does suit you, you know. Everything, the clothes and the makeup both. If I could paint I'd paint you a thousand times like this."

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He purrs a little, low in his chest, as his chin is tilted...he's trying to figure out how he's feeling, exactly, what it is, this unfamiliar thrill.

It hits him all at once, realization making him widen his eyes a second before he almost whispers -

"I feel...good, like this. Good, and...attractive?"

Alfred is a modest man. If he thinks he is handsome, he never says it, only responds bashfully to compliments. Something is...very different, going on there in his head right now. He likes it.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh darling, you are. You are attractive. I'm glad you're starting to see it, too." He smooths his palms over Alfred's shoulders. Enjoying how broad they look in comparison with his now tapered waist.

"Tell me what feels good about it."

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A shudder passes through him at that stroke. He looks down at himself, briefly, then slides his gaze back up to meet Herbert's, blue eyes blazing through his eyelashes as he tries to find words.

"I...I think it's...because I did this...for me? Just to see how it would feel, and I...I feel...sort of...."

He swallows hard, his voice taking on THAT edge. Gears are turning in his head.

"...Powerful."

[loveinsideme]

He knows that tone, that edge to his voice. But before this he'd mostly heard it inside his head, not out loud like this.

Herbert looks flustered, his hand fluttering a moment before settling against his own chest. Fingers tracing the neckline of his shirt. "Powerful. You look it. Powerful, I mean."

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The way Herbert reacts to him talking that way...the way he looks, the surprise.

Alfred likes it. He's silent for a long moment, sitting with the feeling, watching his lover with a very new sort of scrutiny.

Slowly, he reaches out, grabbing that fidgeting hand and pulling it close, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist.

Then he stares at the mark it leaves behind, breathing out a shuddering sigh.

"...And what if...I feel...like overpowering you, Herbert?"

[loveinsideme]

Oh. Oh he likes this. Likes the more languid away Alfred moves, the way his voice sounds right now. He drags his teeth over his lower lip, watching Alfred press rouged lips to his skin. Seeing how red the mark looks against his pale skin.

The question catches him a little off guard and he stammers a moment before managing, "I would let you."

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That stammer. Alfred makes a little sound, sort of a half-laugh, a noise of disbelief with himself, with the situation...but hearing Herbert caught off guard, seeing him surprised, catching the way he bites his lip...he finds he wants to keep surprising his lover.

Acting on impulse, he wraps his long fingers around the marked wrist, pulling it past his waist in one smooth motion to draw Herbert in close. He hovers his lips very close to the blonde's ear, murmuring low, steady.

"If I do anything you don't like, you are going to tell me, Engel."

It's a caring remark, a promise...but it's also a command. Out loud, and without Alfred kneecapping the tone by the end.

[loveinsideme]

Isn't this what he'd been encouraging all along? For Alfred to let his dominant side show like this. Well now he seems to have and he's not quite sure what to do with it other than go along for the ride. And happily so.

"I promise I will. Am I allowed to say if you do something I like very much?"

[heyhohey]

"Yes."

A short answer, a little jagged at the edges - but not in a hateful way. No, he just...he feels Different, right now, and he's learning his way around it, letting it happen. So long as Herbert is enjoying it...then it's okay. It's safe. Tilting his head, he nuzzles into Herbert's neck, breathing deep his perfume before pressing his lips against the pale skin, slightly open mouthed, lush.

The hand that isn't on Herbert's wrist wraps up around his shoulders, and he scoots a little closer on the bench, closing the distance between their bodies.

[loveinsideme]

"A vampire could get used to this," he murmurs, tipping his head back to reveal more of his long, pale throat. He'd always loved the little voice in Alfred's saying you're mine, you're mine and now it's happening and he couldn't be more delighted.

He moves when pulled, and drapes a leg over one of Alfred's legs to bring them even closer.

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Yes, a vampire could get used to this indeed - he kisses along Herbert's neck, purring low in his chest. He pulls back, briefly, looking at the red marks on the pale skin, and he feels...something inside him shudder, urging him on.

But he hasn't done this yet, not to Herbert (it's made him a bit nervous, knowing what he is like even drinking without biting) and so he restrains himself from going straight in for it...instead sucking at a spot just under his lover's jaw, letting him feel the faint prick of his fangs dropping against his skin. He doesn't bite down, not yet, but...the question is there.

He releases Herbert's wrist, hand sliding up, up, up his thigh.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh -- yes -- " There's a hitch in his voice as that hand creeps higher, at the feeling of Alfred's fangs against the sensitive skin of his neck. "Yes, please do." He wants to be bitten, wants to feel Alfred's fangs slide into him. To give Alfred his blood like that.

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As soon as he as permission, Alfred braces himself...and then pierces Herbert's skin, moaning loudly as he sucks at the blood that spills over his fangs, his tongue. His whole body shudders as he clutches at the other vampire, holding him tight, holding him still against him. It feels incredible, to mark his lover like this, to take him in this way.

The hand that had been creeping up his thigh finds its way further still, pressing firmly against the front of Herbert's trousers, but not stroking. Providing pressure. Teasing.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh my love," Herbert sighs, tangling a hand into Alfred's hair to hold him against his neck, rocking his hips against the all too light pressure against the front of his trousers. He didn't expect Alfred to be such a tease like this. Not giving him quite enough.

[heyhohey]

The hand in his hair and the soft sighing of Herbert's voice so close to his ear is just more encouragement - he remains there, lapping at the blood just a little longer while he is held to his lover's neck, taking care not to forget himself completely in the process.

The hand against the other vampire presses just a little harder, giving him just a couple of rubs through the fabric of his pants with the firm press of his thumb.