Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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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.'

[loveinsideme]

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.

[loveinsideme]

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.

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It occurs to him, quite suddenly, that he's never made love to another vampire in this bed. He hadn't anticipated that Alfred would be quite so -- forceful, but he's certainly not complaining. The way Alfred is clearly trying to still be gentle with him despite all the emotions and feelings running through him.

Then the bed moves and Hebert lets out a surprised laugh, sweeping his hands over Alfred's back, down to give his ass a squeeze. "No, no my love. I promise you, I'd let you know if you ever went to hard. You're doing beautifully so far."

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"O-okay," the young man breathes, smiling a sheepish little smile and squirming as he's grabbed. He's glad to hear that it wasn't too much too fast...because, he finds, his body wants nothing more than to pick up the pace.

So once he is certain Herbert is all right, he starts up again, slowly for a thrust or two...then his movements start to go faster, harder. The bed shudders with each thrust, and so does Alfred, all pretense fading from his expression as he simply lets himself go.

He turns his head to bury his face against Herbert's neck, bearing his own messy, mangled scar from when he was turned in the process.

A thought starts to form in the back of his head, but he's struggling to grasp it, momentarily lost in the rhythm of his body against his lover's.

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Herbert is gasping and groaning with each movement of Alfred's hips, shivering in delight each time he thrusts deep enough to bottom out. His hands move restlessly, stroking his hips, his thighs, his back, one finally settling to bury itself in Alfred's hair and tug.

He considers, for a moment, slipping a hand between them to wrap around himself. But the feeling of the sweatslick skin of Alfred's stomach against his cock, the way Alfred's cock feels inside him, it's the perfect amount of stimulation for right now.

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His rhythm is still steadily increasing, every press just a hair faster, a touch harder - it feels amazing, and the sounds Herbert is making are pure encouragement, spurring him on.

The hands in his hair make him hiss and whine into Herbert's own blonde locks, Alfred taking in the scent of roses. The thought that had struggled to form before finally solidifies, and he whimpers a moment before murmuring into the older vampire's ear.

"...I want...I want you...to bite me...." His tone is shuddering, thick with desire and pleasure both, the words themselves trembling.

But his thoughts? Those are clear.

'Bite me. Tear through my scar. I don't want to think of her when I feel it there. I want to think of YOU.'

[loveinsideme]

"Yes -- oh yes, my love." He wants to wipe every thought of that girl from his mind. Herbert purrs and drags his tongue over the twisted scar tissue on his neck, nipping here and there before finding the place he wants and sinking his teeth in.

Blood rushes over his tongue and he shudders, hooking his leg over Alfred's hip and rocking up against him. He clings to his lover's back, fingers twisting in his hair, body clenching as he's filled with a renewed sense of lust and passion at the taste of his partner's blood on his tongue.

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When Herbert agrees, Alfred braces himself. When Sarah had bitten him, it was violent, clumsy, desperate - it had hurt, and when he felt the scar later, he could easily tell why.

But then he feels fangs pierce the scar tissue, and after the initial thrill of pain (which...he is still a little surprised to find he likes), the sensation is...so different.

It feels good. It feels REALLY good, and Herbert is wrapping around him, and instinctively, Alfred clings closer as well; moaning loud and lewd, hissing Herbert's name in a tone dripping with lust.

His thrusts are strong now - and he shifts his hips a little, trying a slightly different angle.

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He gently moves away from Alfred's throat, licking up any blood that he hadn't managed to catch. Then Alfred is shifting, thrusting deeper, the head of his cock rubbing against Herbert's prostate and driving him absolutely fucking wild with desire.

Herbert flings his arms around Alfred's shoulders to wrap tighter around him. "If -- ahgod -- if you keep moving like that, I'll finish sooner rather than not."

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A hiss winds from him as the bite is completed - the feeling of Herbert's tongue soothes the ache, and it doesn't hurt, it just...tingles, a little.

He's better at this than he expected, he's finding - heat slowly starting to pool deep within him, a rising tension that's making it increasingly difficult not to lose his mind.

"Should - a-ah - should I - ohhh - should I slow d-down?" Asked sweetly, worriedly...but the look in his eyes doesn't match his tone.

He's found an opportunity for more teasing.

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"Oooh you're wicked. Wicked thing," he growls softly and snaps his teeth at Alfred playfully. "If you slow down I'll be horribly offended. If you slow down I'll flip you over and ride you into this mattress, and I rather like you having you on top of me."

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"Oh. W-well. Then."

He giggles a little at the snapping of teeth, though he does visibly swoon a little at the thought of being ridden - but no. Not now.

'I don't think I could stop now if I tried, Engel.'

He kisses and sucks at a spot right below Herbert's jawline, his rhythm and the tension of the muscles throughout his body making clear that he's climbing upward towards climax himself.

By now, the headboard of the bed has hit the wall. A good thing, too, the way Alfred is driving himself up and in, as hard and deep as he can muster.

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He'll laugh later at how much the bed has moved. When Alfred isn't slamming into him like he can't enough, rocking against that one perfect little spot inside him and going at his neck. At this point, all Herbert can do is hang on tight and let Alfred fuck him more thoroughly than he's been fucked in a very long time.

"My darling, my sun and stars, let me feel you let go," he purrs against Alfred's ear, reaching down to grip his hips again. "Your pleasure will bring mine."

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Oh, there it is.

That encouragement is all Alfred needs - he hisses and groans in Herbert's ear right back, his voice out loud finally matching that low, dark tone in his head -

"Yes - yes, Engel - with me, my moonlight - Herbert-!"

He picks up more speed, his moans going tighter, louder as he clutches at his lover's body - and then with one more powerful thrust, he bears down as he arches, a cry of ecstacy piercing the air when he comes.