Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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"Y-yes, but - but - wait...."

It would be easy for Alfred to let himself slide backward into his usual behavior here - to get flustered, to quail at his inability to communicate properly...but Herbert's patience, the sweet, gentle way he reaches out to touch his face, the assurance all bolster him by degrees. Both of them have cold skin now, unlike when they had met; but the caress feels warm all the same.

Swallowing hard, he strides forward, until he's closer, toe to toe with the larger vampire - the heels he's wearing keep him from having to stand completely on tiptoes at this angle as he slides his hands up Herbert's back, letting them rest under the hair on the back of his neck and pulling him into another kiss, this time a bit less chaste, slightly open-mouthed and deep.

For just a moment, he pulls away again, looking Herbert in the eyes, nose to nose, his voice very soft as the words finally tumble out in a sigh as if the kiss itself dislodged them.

"...I wanted to say...I love you, Herbert."

When he was young, he was always told never to use those words lightly. To say them when they are meant, and only when they are meant. As often as Herbert had used them, he had never returned them aloud.

Until now.

[loveinsideme]

Herbert whispers a soft oh and pulls Alfred into another kiss. Passionate, adoring, his hands tenderly cupping Alfred's face. He thought he'd have to wait centuries to hear those words, was prepared to wait. They had the time, Alfred could take as long as he wants.

But now he's said it and Herbert feels like his heart has melted, trickling down his ribcage. "I love you too, Alfred," he says. His tone is different, this time. Completely serious, surprisingly soft.

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The kiss would leave him breathless enough, should breath still be necessary...but the sincerity of the affection as it's returned - that stokes a fire in Alfred's chest, breaking through all pretense of seduction on his face to place a warm, glowing smile instead.

Herbert has always meant it. He knows that. But something about the way it's said, something in that tone... it's different. It feels different, the idea of being loved settling upon the Neophyte like a mantle.

Not wanting to completely pull away, Alfred tugs Herbert back with him a couple of steps, closer to his little table so that he can reach out and pour the decanter out into the glasses. The older vampire will, no doubt, be able to tell the provenance of the blood by scent alone - a rabbit, bled out less than an hour ago.

Eyes sparkling in the candlelight, words tangled up once more now that the confession has been given, he offers a glass.

The whole time, his other hand remains resting on Herbert's shoulder.

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He always has, and he always will. But he wants Alfred to feel it, this time.

The blood has cooled a little, but it's still fresh enough to be enticing. He takes the glass and inhales the aroma of the blood deeply, his eyes going dark with want, fangs sliding down at the scent of blood. It's so tempting to throw the glass aside and simply sink his fangs into Alfred's neck instead, but Alfred worked hard for this and Herbert is so grateful.

He sips at the glass and licks his lips with a low noise. "Fantastic, you must join me."

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It is felt, for certain - there's a new reverence in the way the young man is running his fingers across Herbert's shoulder, a new look in his pale blue eyes.

...Then he watches the way the older vampire looks as he drinks, and there is another shift in his expression, something dark blooming inside him. Drinking blood itself he has more or less gotten used to.

But the way it makes him feel... that's still so new, the bloodlust that wells up in him like an oncoming storm. Briefly - just briefly - he catches himself sliding his gaze to Herbert's throat as his own fangs slide (a bit clumsily and unevenly) down.

Then he smiles crookedly at the approval, and he takes up his own glass with a shaking hand to drink.

Shuddering a little, he lets out a little moan of relief as he finally drinks what he's been smelling for the last hour.

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"Every time I watch you drink, it's like you're doing it for the first time all over again," Hebert murmurs is a low voice, reaching out with his free hand to stroke a finger over Alfred's pale cheek. "Like your rediscovering how good it tastes, how good it feels.

It leaves you with the most exquisite expression on your face that I swear I see even when I sleep."

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The stroke draws a low purr from the boy, head automatically tilting into the touch. It's true, feeding is still almost a novelty, even now - and especially when they are behind closed doors or alone in the forest, he can't quite help the subtle shift in his behavior that it creates.

Usually, he pushes the shift down in alarm.

Tonight, he leans into it, looking up at Herbert with a husky exhalation that hisses lightly around his fangs.

"...I can't quite describe it," he finally murmurs, voice low. "It just...it makes me feel...strong?"

But strong isn't the right word, not alone, and he knows that, his hand on the vampire's shoulder tightening by degrees.

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"Strong is certainly a word for it," Herbert chuckles, leaning in to kiss Alfred softly, licking any traces of blood from his lips. He likes the tight grip the younger vampire has on his shoulder. Like Herbert is his anchor to the world and if he lets go, he might drift away somehow.

"Drink up, mon chéri," he says, tapping their glasses together and taking a long sip with a satisfied noise. "You'll need your strength for tonight."

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He groans a little into the kiss before Herbert pulls back - and both that and the implication behind his words leaves Alfred red-cheeked, trembling slightly in the dim light of the room.

He draws another long sip from the glass, letting it bolster him before he replies, voice small:

"... You're... you're going to have to teach me. How to. D-do...some of this."

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"Oh I know." He looks delighted at the prospect. "And believe me when I say I couldn't be more excited. I absolutely adore that I'm your first time for all of these things. That I get to teach you and nurture you and let you discover all the things you like. I think it's delightful and I look forward to all of it."

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A nervous laugh is the initial response to that - but honestly, Alfred is glad that Herbert is being so patient with him. Secretly, he had always dreaded what his first time was going to be like; sure, he is an earnest young man, and he would have gone at with enthusiasm...but if his partner had been inexperienced as well, he always worried that books would not be enough.

It's...nice, having a partner who knows what he is doing, even if Alfred doesn't.

"Thank you. F-for being so patient with me."

[loveinsideme]

"You're well worth the wait, my love." He leans down to press a kiss, softly, to Alfred's mouth. "Now -- do you still have that little bottle of oil I gave you and told you not to worry about, yet?"

He'd brought one over from his own room when he and Alfred had started becoming more intimate, just in case. He hadn't wanted to pressure the poor boy, of course, but he'd wanted them to be prepared in case the situation should, ah, arise. As it were.

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The kiss is purred into a little - feeding has him feeling a little bold, after all, which is just as well; Herbert's words make him sputter a little, face flushing and smile turning very anxious indeed.

"I - I do, yes. In my nightstand." He's glad that he already had it...after all, it meant he didn't have to ask around for it, which would have been...more than a little mortifying, if he didn't want to ruin the surprise.

He glances down. Nearly finished with the blood already - but there's no reason to be afraid. It's Herbert. It's Herbert, and he does want this. They both do.

[loveinsideme]

"Shh, shh, no worries, little one," he coos in return, kissing him again before finishing his glass of blood. "It's for me, not you.

Not to put it too boldly, but -- well. You'll be the one taking me. If that's amenable to you, of course."

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Alfred was taking his own last gulp while Herbert explains - and he nearly chokes on it, sputtering a little before managing to swallow properly and set the glass aside. He's ready, he knows he's ready, it's just - he's not used to speaking so frankly about these things, still.

He looks sheepishly at his partner, very red-faced indeed, and nods a little bit.

"...O-of course, Engel."

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"Wonderful." Herbert sets his glass aside and rests his hand against Alfred's hip, taking a step closer so their bodies are just brushing together.

"Because ever since I first saw you..." he says, glancing down and touching his tongue to the tip of his fang pointedly. "I've wanted all of that in me."

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Oh.

The sudden closeness, the words - already Alfred is feeling a little breathless (so to speak), blue eyes lingering on where Herbert's tongue meets his fang. For a long moment, he tries to think of a reply, something witty, something seductive, but all his words die before they begin.

So instead, he just follows his instinct, closing the distance entirely to press his lips over Herbert's, hands sliding around the back of his shoulders and head to draw him in.

But this is no chaste kiss, no light, soft, experimentally lush thing - his tongue pushes past Herbert's fangs, exploring insistently.

...want...too. Faint, faint enough to miss, but - something there all the same, an echo, almost lost against the sounds of the crackling fireplace.

[loveinsideme]

Oh, oh. His hands slide down to grip and squeeze Alfred's ass, pulling their hips together. His tongue touches Alfred's and he makes a low, pleased noise.

Something tickles the edge of his consciousness, faint but present. He's not quite sure what it is, and so shakes it off to concentrate on devouring Alfred's mouth thoroughly.

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Encouraged by the sounds, by the feeling of his tongue dancing with his lover's, Alfred slowly gains a bit of confidence - he can do this. The only thing standing in the way is himself.

As his ass is grabbed, he ruts forward a little, groaning into the kiss before pulling his hips back and away. Sliding his hands back to Herbert's, he tugs at them, moving them to his lapels. A wordless request - it's time.

His own hands hesitate for just a moment...before sliding to Herbert's waistband, fingers toying enticingly at the fastener on his pants.

Trembling a little, sure - but he doesn't pull back. He's ready.

[loveinsideme]

Oh yes, Alfred is reacting beautifully to every touch, every kiss. The way his tongue slides against Herbert's makes him sigh happily, making needy little noises as Alfred grinds against him.

Then he pulls back and Herbert pouts a little, but -- then Alfred's hands are at his clothes, and oh, Herbert likes this. He slides his fingers over the front of Alfred's trousers, over the length of him before he reaches down to unfasten Alfred's trousers in return. "I've always said. Such talented fingers."

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The graceful fingers tracing down over the contour of him makes the younger man hiss a little, already feeling himself get quite hard inside his trousers - he's glad of the fasteners being undone, eager for Herbert to free him.

But that comment...he sees an opportunity to be a little cheeky about it, and...well. He has resolved it's time, after all. Once the older vampire's fastenings are undone, he shoots a look briefly up through his lashes, licking his lips a moment to wet them before replying -

"...Well...let's see."

And then he's sliding his hand right down the front of Herbert's pants, fingers moving to trace right against his skin. Alfred's hand, touching him directly for the first time.

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"Oh yes," Herbert sighs, pressing into Alfred's hand with a low noise. He swiftly undoes Aflred's trousers and slides his hands in, stroking his fingertips along the line of Alfred's hips. "I think we ought to part, at least briefly, and disrobe. And come back together once we're fully undressed.

Because if we don't, I'm going to tear your clothes off completely."

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The part of Alfred that has read a number of bodice-ripping novels almost can't bear the idea of parting, especially as he shudders at the touch of his partner's fingers tracing his hips -

But of course it's right, Herbert is right. Alfred sneaks another quick stroke in before nodding a couple of times, wordlessly agreeing.

Well, almost wordlessly.

Hurry.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh, your hands are so -- oh Alfred, I can't wait to have your fingers in me." He pulls his shirt off and steps out of his trousers, toeing off his socks quickly. Then he sets about helping Alfred get rid of his shirt, too.

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The reality of all this is still settling through the haze - that comment is equal parts enticing and terrifying, and he can't quite string words together to respond.

Once they're apart, he fumbles to remove the jacket, barely kicking the boots aside before Herbert is back and helping him with the shirt.

Attentive blue eyes travel up and down his lover's naked form in front of him, and that doesn't much help him find words, either...really, it's all he can do to work out of the rest of his clothes, even with help.

It would go faster, if it seemed like he could bear to stop touching Herbert now that the dam has broken...but his fingertips find their way across contour after contour intermittently, from nape of neck, to abs, to small of back and inner thigh.

Is...

Alfred TEASING Herbert?

"H-help me step out of these," he mumbles huskily about his underwear and stockings.

(He, of course, thinks nothing of the little mark on the back of his left calf, just below the knee, standing out sharp in its little star shape against his pale skin.)