[ Man. This sex stuff requires -- a lot? But he wants to do his best! Somehow, his mind travels elsewhere to touch when the request is murmured hotly against his mouth -- it's kind of difficult for him to reciprocate the kiss, but my god, does he try. Alfred doesn't give him the satisfaction of having his dick stroked, but he remembers his ears having an interesting effect on his companion. They're a new thing for them both, after all. So, he props his elbow near Klaus' head, slowing his pace just enough so he can focus. The one ear gets some lovely attention, but his hand travels down the side of his face-- the slope of his neck. It's like in some of his movies. Humans love stuff like this -- intimacy. It's really weird that he can freely pick who to get close to and who not to without his boss breathing down his neck, but even Klaus might notice something seems foreign to Alfred here with all of this. Maybe. Slightly. I mean, he is railing him properly into the mattress, so maybe not. He pants against his face, but he graces him with a rough kiss, not meaning to accidentally bite him, but it happens.
In any case, that familiar sensation that has him almost over flooding makes him actually speak up this time: ]
H—Hey so.. [ his pace picks up again, a rather big jump in speed in intensity ] I-I think I'm almost done!
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In any case, that familiar sensation that has him almost over flooding makes him actually speak up this time: ]
H—Hey so.. [ his pace picks up again, a rather big jump in speed in intensity ] I-I think I'm almost done!
[ Oh good. He's learning to communicate. ]