Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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[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.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh you tease." Herbert laughs brightly and slides a hand over the curve of Alfred's waist. He tries pressing his hips against Alfred's hand, because his thumb alone isn't nearly enough.

"Touch me properly. Pretty please?"

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Finally drawing back from the pale skin of his lover's throat, Alfred drags his tongue up and over the bite to clean it, continuing clear up until his lips are right up against Herbert's ear again. His teasing hand stills the strokes, but presses in hard, gripping just a little.

"Not yet. Patience, moonlight." Finally, his voice out loud really DOES match that dark tone in his head, sharp, heavy with lust.

"To my bed, first."

[loveinsideme]

Herbert makes a low noise in the back of his throat at the firm grip Alfred has on him. Between that and the way Alfred sounds, Herbert is rock hard against Alfred's hand.

He whines and draws away with the utmost reluctance, standing and adjusting himself a little. "And do you want me dressed or not?"

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Well, it's good that this is Working for Herbert just as much as for Alfred, he thinks, a coy little smile crossing his lips as his lover stands up. He turns on the bench, posture open, almost relaxed, trying to play the part.

"...Undress for me," he finally purrs, blue eyes bright and oh-so-attentive.

Ready to WATCH.

[loveinsideme]

"Well I can certainly do that." He loves the way Alfred is watching him right now. Loves how vulnerable and seen it makes him feel.

So he goes a bit slower than he normally would with his shirt, meeting Alfred's gaze as his fingers work to undo the buttons. He lets the material slip off his shoulders a little, expression coy as his shirt slips to the floor.

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Alfred says nothing as he sits there, taking in every inch of Herbert as he begins to strip. The coyness is met with a little shudder, more rapt attention.

He's making it clear, very clear, that nothing matters to him at all right now beyond his lover.

[loveinsideme]

Oh, well. Herbert basks under the attention, posing a little under Alfred's gaze, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her trousers. He undoes them and slips out of them, kicking them aside, leaving him in his underthings.

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More staring - Alfred tucks one foot up onto the bench, posturing a little with the high heels on while he enjoys the sight of Herbert sliding out of his trousers. Wearing only the corset and panties, it's evident that he's hard too, excited by all of this, by the way it feels to be in control.

It's shades of what he was in that dream, so long ago.

"You're so beautiful, Engel," he purrs, lazily running one of his hands down over himself with a little hiss.

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Herbert's fingers flutter, wanting to reach out and touch but suddenly not quite sure he's allowed to. If Alfred would let him. And that is quite a thrilling thought. So he follows Alfred's fingers with his gaze, licking at his lips.

He toes off his stockings and shimmies out of his underthings, standing naked in front of Alfred. Feeling more vulnerable than he has before. "Shall I -- shall I get on the bed for you?" he asks, a little more demure than usual.

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Herbert is falling right in line with his part in this, and it...encourages Alfred, that demure edge to his tone spurring another stroke over where his own erection strains against the fabric of his underwear. He groans a little as he stands, crossing the distance between himself and his lover, reaching out to cup his chin with both hands and pull him in for a deep, searching kiss.

After a moment, he pulls back, whispering hoarsely in reply -

"Yes. Sit on the edge of it for me."

[loveinsideme]

Herbert tries to chase the kiss with a slight pout and a whimper when he doesn't manage to catch Alfred's mouth again.

"On the edge," he repeats, dumbly, but does so. His hands gripping the edge of the bed to keep from touching himself, or Alfred.

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The whimper is met with a little chuckle, something a little devious as he watches Herbert move back, sit. Walking up in front of him, Alfred drops to his knees, planting teasing little kisses against calves, knees, inner thighs...getting closer, closer, but never quite touching where he knows it's needed the most.

Occasionally, he looks up at his lover, through the eyelashes Herbert loves so much, eyes blazing.

"Do you want me to touch you, Engel?"

[loveinsideme]

Every time Alfred comes so close to put his mouth where Herbert wants it and then pulls away at the last moment, Herbert whines helplessly, each noise he makes growing higher and more breathless with need. It's that mischievous little look in Alfred's eyes that pushes him even higher. Wanting to know what comes next.

"I want very much for you to touch me, my love, yes."

[heyhohey]

There is something...dark, right now, roiling just beneath the surface in Alfred. He tends to be more soft-hearted, less affected by turning than perhaps he could have been - but just after feeding, ESPECIALLY now, after BITING, the shift in his personality is just a little more evident. There's still love in his face, in his touch, blazing bright; but it's accompanied by a possessiveness, a hunger, something wild.

It feels good to play in the space a little, and...he wants to see how far he can push Herbert, exactly.

He nips at his lover's inner thigh, skating his fangs there for a moment before pulling back enough to stand up. He puts one knee up on the bed, stocking-clad, right up against Herbert's cock, applying a little pressure. An invitation, holding his thigh steady.

"Show me."

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Herbert parts his lips and drops his head back with a soft gasp. God, hadn't he been fantasizing about Alfred in stockings since that dream? And now one stocking-clad thigh is between his legs and all Herbert can do is move rocking his hips slowly to get that bit of friction going.

"Oh Alfred, you are -- beyond exquisite like this."

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A low growl escapes Alfred at the sight of Herbert, naked, grinding himself up against his leg like that - expressing how much he LIKES this. He felt powerful before, just putting all this on, but now...NOW....

Reaching forward, he catches the older vampire's jaw, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Letting him keep grinding just a bit longer, listening for the sounds he's making.

Waiting for juuuuust the right moment to drop the leg away.

[loveinsideme]

Herbert gasps when Alfred moves away so suddenly, hips moving against nothing and oh he whines, wanting more. Needing more. He could cry.

"Please, my love. You're teasing me so horribly."

[heyhohey]

Visibly, Alfred shudders at that whine, at the pleading - his own cock throbs a little within the confines of his underwear, and he flashes a mischievous little smile as he reaches down for another lazy little stroke over it.

He's following his instincts, but also thinking about some of the things from the books he had read - pages that had, during his research, had him go from taking notes to gasping breathlessly with one hand in his pants.

It's just a matter of knowing which things to try. For now, he settles on raising one leg to plant a high heel square in the center of Herbert's chest...pushing gently.

"Patience, patience," he growls, scarcely able to believe that's even his own voice. "I want you to want it more than this. Scoot back onto the bed for me."

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He very nearly loses it, then and there, with the feeling of Alfred's foot against his chest. Demanding that he move. Demanding to be obeyed.

And so Herbert does, sliding back to lie properly on the bed, leaning up on his elbows, watching Alfred with parted lips.

"You're -- you -- oh Alfred," he sighs, unable to quite form his thoughts into words. How delectable he is like this.

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The way that Herbert is looking at him right now, the desire in his eyes...oh, it's burning in his chest, making him feel breathless and fluttery and vicious all at once. Hearing his name said like that is intoxicating, and he - he can't help it.

Climbing onto the bed between Herbert's legs, he kneels over his lover - making a show of sliding one slender hand down into the lacy underwear, fangs bearing in a little hiss of pleasure as he gives himself a few slow strokes.

"You're beautiful, Engel," he rasps, all the while his hand moving, moving, moving just out of sight behind the crimson lace. "Look at what you're doing to me."

"Touch yourself. Slowly. I want - mmnh - to watch you."

[loveinsideme]

He's going to cry. He's going to weep because Alfred is touching himself for him, and the sight of his hand moving underneath the material of his underwear, the way he moans, the dark timbre to his voice. It's all so perfect and oh, he is lucky lucky lucky.

He follows the order, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking as slowly as he's able to manage. "Happily, darling."

[heyhohey]

It's taking everything in Alfred not to speed up his own strokes - there's a sheen of sweat already forming on his forehead, on his chest. He looks drawn taut, like a spring could snap at any moment and he could be on top of his lover.

But he isn't. He's taking this slow, very slow. And there's a dark bit of him that really wants to hear Herbert come completely undone.

"...Just like that," he purrs, purposefully pushing against the briefs so Herbert gets just a glimpse of what's happening in there. "A little more, a little faster...nngh - but-" His eyes flash, flicking from Herbert's hand to his face and back again.

"Don't you dare come yet."

[loveinsideme]

It's wicked. It's cruel, making him wait like this. Ordering him around so -- so expertly. And he loves it. Watching, listening to Alfred be so dominant. So carefully poised and in charge of the entire situation. It's delicious.

He moves his hand a little faster, but carefully, carefully. Paying attention to his body to make sure he doesn't push himself over the edge. "What -- what happens if I do? What will you do?"