Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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[heyhohey]

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."

[loveinsideme]

"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."

[heyhohey]

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.

[heyhohey]

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."

[heyhohey]

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."

[loveinsideme]

"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."

[heyhohey]

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.

[heyhohey]

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."

[heyhohey]

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.

[loveinsideme]

"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."

[heyhohey]

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.

[heyhohey]

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.)

[loveinsideme]

He is being teased, and he loves it. His whimpers turn to whines the longer it goes on, until finally Alfred stops and asks him --

"Oh, happily," Herbert purrs, sliding down to his knees and pulling down his underwear, helping him step out of them, and then his stockings. Once Alfred is fully undressed, he mouths at his hip with a contented sigh, turning his head a little to nuzzle at Alfred's cock.

[heyhohey]

The nibble at his hip draws a moan from Alfred - but the friction right against his shaft makes him clap a hand onto Herbert's shoulder so he can stay upright when his knees threaten to buckle. He's completely hard, and the sight of his lover on his knees, so close...well, recent memory makes him throb, biting his lip a little.

But no, that's not what they're doing tonight. And what they are doing isn't going to happen standing here.

Stooping down, he loops an arm under Herbert's, drawing him first up to his feet...and then scooping him up to carry him to the bed. His intent is to set him gently, tenderly. What actually happens is that he barely makes it to sitting him on the edge before his lips are pressed to the vampire's neck in an open-mouthed kiss, nose buried in his hair and drawing deep breaths he doesn't need just to take in the other man's scent.

When Alfred is trying, he is seldom seductive.

But when he isn't, when he lets go....

[loveinsideme]

He laughs at being carried to the bed, and he settles most happily in Alfred's lap, arms around his neck.

"Oh yes, that's lovely," Herbert moans softly, pushing his fingers through Alfred's hair and tugging lightly. He tips his head just a bit, for Alfred to get at more skin, if he'd like. He's so very pleased that Albert is willing and ready to do something like this with him.

[heyhohey]

The moans are encouraging, and he continues to kiss and lick his way along Herbert's pale skin, his hands moving to explore his back while he does so. The tug in his hair makes him groan, voice vibrating against the older vampire's skin in a low growl - and a hand slides between them, tracing along the crest of Herbert's hip, inching closer and closer.

He is enjoying this, immensely.

But a wave of anxiety still hits.

'.........ka...........okay...what do I do now?'

The flutter of a voice again - this time, definitely Alfred's, but...impossibly Alfred's, as well, given as his tongue is currently pressed against his lover's Adam's apple.

[loveinsideme]

He purrs and arches under Alfred's touches, pressing into his hand with great enthusiasm. But it's still a tease. Still not enough.

How fortuitous; Alfred does seem to get tonguetied when they're intimate together, so being able to hear his thoughts is ever so useful.

"Next, my love, I want you to spread me out on this bed. And then I want you to slick your fingers up and slip them inside me, slowly, one at a time. Until neither of us can stand waiting any longer."

[heyhohey]

Well huh.

Herbert is...being very intuitive about this, but Alfred is grateful - prying himself away from the vampire's neck, he grabs him, laying him back against his neat comforter and meticulously arranged pillows as suggested. Awkward, perhaps, but gentle, caring. He wants to do this right.

It's with fumbling hands that he fetches the oil, his own flush covering his face, his chest. Pouring a bit out into his palm and working it over his fingertips, he climbs onto the bed, glancing nervously up at Herbert ...

Before stooping down to place a soft kiss on his hip, while slipping his right index finger in, slowly and carefully starting to stretch his lover out. The whole time, he watches carefully...paying attention to how Herbert reacts.

[loveinsideme]

And Herbert makes sure to be very reactive, to let Alfred know he's doing well. "Oh, yes," he sighs, spreading his legs a little wider. One hand goes back to grip the pillow behind him, the other going down to stroke through Alfred's hair, since he knows how much his darling boy likes that. That it makes him feel good, and he wants tonight to make Alfred feel amazing, so that he'll hopefully decide to come back for more.

"Just like that, you're doing so well, mon cheri."

[heyhohey]

"Mmm...."

The only response from him at the encouragement is a little whimper of need that shifts down into a low purr as his hair is toyed with - a wind of his own hips to grind himself a little against the bed between the other man's legs. The anxiety is starting to loose its grip, yielding to white-hot need.

Emboldened by Herbert's reaction, he starts to work his finger around in an achingly slow thrust - making sure he feels the press of every knuckle as it moves in and out.

'He looks so beautiful like this...oh, Engel, keep moaning like that and I'm going to lose my head....'

Oblivious to the idea that he is broadcasting his thoughts and feelings, he can't know about the words, or the wave of dark, roiling lust that suddenly assaults his partner's mind.

No, he just keeps thrusting that finger in and out a few more times before sliding in a second, laboriously slowly.