Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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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....

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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Good, he wants Alfred to lose his head. He wants to see Alfred absolutely wild with desire. A wave of Alfred's lust hits him and if he had to breathe, his breath would be taken away. Instead, he tips his head back with a groan, pressing his heels into the mattress.

"Oh you tease," he whines, scratching his nails lightly over the back of Alfred's neck. "When you feel you're ready to, you could try two fingers."

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If that's what he wants, it's evident that's what he's going to get - something different is blooming in the young man, the more he lets himself go.

A playful little twinkle flashes in his eyes at the insinuation...he could be obedient here, as is his usual way, but...hm. Something about all this is making him feel a little bold.

"Okay," softly, sweetly...but a little sly. He teases the opening just a little with the second finger...before reaching over with his free hand to wrap his long, callused fingers around his lover's cock.

'Patience, Engel...patience.' He only thinks the words, what he thinks is a private joke, a stray thought to spur him on, but of course Herbert can hear, the tone dark, commanding in a way he can't quite be out loud.

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"Patience," he grumbles, inhaling through his teeth as that second finger just barely brushes against his entrance. And then, oh god, Alfred has a hand around him and Herbert is torn between wanting to thrust into his fist or grind down against his hand.

"I'll have you know," Herbert says, biting at his lip. "That I am using every ounce of self control I have to stay still right now."

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Okay, that...that makes him look to Herbert's face in confusion and surprise. He did not say that out loud, he's certain of that. So how could he have reacted?

Maybe it's...coincidence, somehow. For now, his attentions are elsewhere, and he opts to let it go.

"Good," he manages, that strong, dark tone from his thoughts only a shadow in his spoken word. That's all he can say, unsure about saying more. But in his head....

'Your turn to be the good boy, Herbert.'

Finally that second finger presses in, stretching him further. He's going to need to be well relaxed to take Alfred anyhow. The hand wrapped around Herbert's shaft moves just a little, pumping once or twice, slow and teasing.

But his hand is shaking. His own restraint is starting to slip.

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Your turn to be the good boy oh lord he's not going to survive this, is he? Oh dear oh dear. Not when Alfred is broadcasting thoughts like that, a little dark and much more dominant than Herbert would have thought but oh oh oh he likes it.

He mewls happily when Alfred pushes a second finger into him, his toes curling in delight. "Oh you're splendid, my love." He drags his nails over Alfred's back, down to grip and squeeze his delightfully round ass.

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Perhaps if Alfred realized he had an audience for his thoughts, he would be a little more flustered - but all he knows is that thinking that way is making him feel good, strong...and Herbert is definitely enjoying himself, so he must be doing something right.

The fingers inside Herbert twist and dance together, his pace quickening just a little with growing impatience. His other hand leaves his lover's cock in favor of sliding up his body as he leans up, giving better access to Herbert grabbing him.

In this position, he can resume kissing and lapping at his neck and shoulders, hips twitching as he can't quite keep himself from grinding against the pale skin of Herbert's hip.

Once again, he can't manage words, only a low moan and a keening whine at the feeling of nails on his skin. Another powerful wave of pure need rolls off him like thunder, and only two words echo in his mind, an intrusive thought that makes him visibly shudder, eyes a bit dark:

'You're MINE.'

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He feels completely overstimulated in the best way. The way Alfred's cock is rubbing against his hip, the twist and thrust of his fingers inside him, the overwhelming feelings of lust and want rolling off of Alfred, washing over him like a tidal wave. It only heightens his own need, his own desire for this gorgeous boy on top of him and he presses his fingers harder into Alfred's flesh in a way that might leave bruises if he didn't heal so quickly.

"Yours, all yours," he agrees breathlessly and tips his head back to offer up more of his neck. "Oh my love, you're driving me wild. I need you -- a third finger, please. So I'm ready to take all of you."

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Alfred arches his back into the press of Herbert's fingers - responding with a pleased hiss at the pressure. He had never thought himself the type to like a little pain in this context, but...well, theory versus practice.

...Okay, maybe it's not coincidence. Can Herbert read minds? Is that what's happening? Is it because of their connection, the fact that they are being intimate?

Whatever it is, hearing those words - it makes Alfred moan loudly against his lover's throat, his fangs skating lightly over his skin. The request is met aloud with just a soft "Mhmm," but....

'Since you asked so nicely.... In goes the third finger, smoothly gliding into the rhythm he's worked up. Just a bit more gentle stretching...soon.

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Herbert is whimpering softly with each thrust of Alfred's fingers by now, his heels digging into the mattress as he does his best to be good for Alfred, to hold still and just take it.

The feeling of Alfred's fangs against his throat makes him groan and he grips Alfred's hips hard, pushing down against his hand just a little because he can't, he can't keep still which Alfred is doing everything just right.

Oh, oh if he -- "Do me a favour, my love? Curl your fingers just a little and press up."

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The grip on his hips, the sound of Herbert whimpering, the way he starts to grind down into his hand... it's overwhelming to Alfred, too, who can't keep his hips still, either. He finds himself tempted by the pale skin at Herbert's throat, but...hm.

Would that be crossing a line? Maybe not yet.

The request catches him a little off-guard, though, and he furrows his brows in a soft, confused way. It is still Alfred, after all, still new to all this, and certainly new to how to pleasure a man like this.

So, obediently, he does as he is asked, pressing in on the next stroke just the way Herbert described.

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"Oh yes," he moans, his grip tightening on Alfred's hips, fingers clutching at him. He's hit the exact right spot that has Herbert gasping and rocking his hips helplessly.

"It's perfect. You're perfect. My beautiful boy -- "

He reaches up to cup his hands over Alfred's jaw and kisses him deeply, passionately. Wantonly. Trying to show him how good Alfred is making him feel.

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Oh.

OH.

Alfred moans into the kiss, the movement of Herbert's hips to buck into his hand causing extra friction against his own cock. Forcefully, he presses his tongue in against the other man's, insistent and strong, as if he can't get enough of him.

He keeps pressing in on that spot, twisting his fingers...but his hand is shaking, twitching. Against his lover's mouth, Alfred GROWLS.

'I can't wait any more. I love you. I need you. I need to be closer. I need you NOW.'

His legs shift, and he starts to position himself between Herbert's legs...ready to take what he wants, NEEDS -

But there is still anxiety there, just enough to stay him until told otherwise.

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"Oh, yes, please," he purrs, tugging at Alfred's hips a little to encourage him to move forward. To make that one final push inside him.

He loves how -- dominant Alfred seems to be. Even if he can't speak the words out loud just yet, his thoughts are delightfully forceful. Hopefully, someday, Herbert will be able to encourage him to ask for what he wants out loud, but for now he'll settle for overhearing them.

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That tug, that plea - that's all the encouragement Alfred needs. He's a little nervous about this part, but at this point he's more lost in his desire than he is afraid of doing poorly...and so he pulls his fingers out of Herbert, reaching out to fetch a little more oil. He slicks himself down with a little groan, positions the head at Herbert's entrance....

And then erupts in a sudden, LOUD moan as he slowly presses himself inside his lover, inch by inch until they are skin to skin. It's unlike anything he's ever felt, tight, close, overwhelming - his whole body trembles as he takes a moment to lay still atop Herbert, trying to get used to it.

That dominance, that possessiveness - it's surprising to Alfred, but it feels... empowering. Another wave of lust roils from within him, need, pleasure...but as he looks into Herbert's eyes, there is also something burning bright as the sun.

Love.

This isn't just sex to Alfred. In the end, the purpose of this is to make love.

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Oh, that feeling is unparalleled. Especially with someone of Alfred's... stature. The feeling of being filled so completely, stretched so perfectly around his lover, the feeling of the weight of Alfred's body on top of him as he settles and adjusts to all those new senseations.

And then, oh that look that Alfred gives him. So soft, so adoring. Herbert smiles and strokes his cheek tenderly, leaning up for a kiss. "I love you, my beautiful boy. My Alfred."

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The size of him means that even with all the preparation, the tightness is still...oh, it's so much. Even the tiny movements from him trying to adjust make him shudder, gasping and clutching at the pillows on either side of Herbert.

Tenderly, he smiles, placing first a soft kiss before murmuring, aloud, barely above a whisper.

"I love you, too, Herbert. My Engel. My moonlight." His lips lock over the vampire's again, lush and passionate. It feels... wonderful, saying that aloud.

And then, slowly...he starts to move, grinding himself in for a moment before beginning a slow, tentative thrust.

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"Your Engel -- ah." His moonlight. And Alfred is his sunshine, and everything's perfect. Even if the way Alfred is moving is a terrible tease and Herbert might die -- again -- from it. He gasps against Alfred's mouth and slides his hands over his shoulders, squeezing lightly. Doing his best to hold very, very still and let Alfred find his own pace.

He nips lightly at Alfred's lip. Not enough to draw blood, but testing the waters. To see if Alfred would like that sort of thing.

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The first thrust, slow as it is, draws a low moan from him - one that rumbles deep in his chest, right up against Herbert's. It feels better than he had ever imagined this would, the pressure, the sheer amount of contact between him and his - well -

"My...my first boyfriend," he stumbles out loud, voice choked with pleasure. Silly as it may seem, it's not something he's said out loud before.

He has a boyfriend. Herbert is his.

His.

Another surge of possessiveness washes through him, and his thrusts build up just a little more speed, seeking a rhythm. It's still slow, still a little gentle - or at least, it is until the soft little bite at his lip. He likes it, that much is certain.

Enough that the next thrust is...harder than intended.

The bed squeaks on the wooden floor as the whole thing jolts about an inch from the force.

Alfred goes a little wide eyed. "A-ah, I - was that - too, mnhhhggghh - too hard?"

Well, at least you know it's still Alfred.