His hand couldn't slip away, even with all the sweat he was producing. Alfred was getting desperate to get away from this... thing as soon as he could. The way his hand held his wrist, making it impossible to move, the other around his waist, pulling and pushing with certain ease and assurance like the resistance he met meant nothing at all.
Alfred could feel his heart beating in his dry throat, the swift breeze created by the movements of the dance unable to adequately cool his skin. His clothes felt tight, head spinning, as he needed some way to get out. Some excuse or force to summon that could push this man away - not that he believed this thing was a man to begin with. Whatever the Count had been, his son was no different. Worse, even as his hunger for men seemed unnatural in more than one way.
Herbert looked deep into the eyes of this human man, enjoying the flicker of life inside them. He had been longing for a warm touch, needing to get closer to someone living like this, and this man was the perfect fit for all those desires. His body was balanced and formed with grace, his clothes fitting perfectly without much effort, and surely they would fall off with just as little force. Hair perfectly thick and combed. It was like he was made specifically for him.
Indulging in the dance was something to hopefully get the physical borders between them devolved, and forcing the other into the female part of it surely showed some intention beyond dancing. At least he hoped that would be the case. The sweat on his brow, the tremble in his legs - he was clearly rather nervous, or perhaps excited, which was only natural for a human.
Turning once more, Herbert yanked Alfred back in by his hand, turning him, so now his back was flush against his chest as they faced the mirror. Gazing into the mirror, Alfred's eyes widened, only seeing himself in the pure reflection. Jaw hanging open as he froze in the terror of realisation truly being thrust upon him. And in that realisation he noticed the monster behind him bowing its head to find his neck.
"Get off!" He shrieked, squirming and pushing as hard as he could manage, pulling, pushing and kicking. And yet his limbs seemed to meet stone on impact, burning with pain as Herbert took control again and wrangled the man to the floor, his expression as hard as his skin.
"You're so pretty, and yet you fight me so?" He asked, trying to flirt with him like one should a woman. "I promise it's worth the pain. All of it. Come here and let me show you." A smirk began to grow, hands firm on Alfred's wrist. Leaning down slowly, licking his lips as he got closer and closer to his neck.
Alfred was perhaps a soft man by some's standards, but any strong man should cry like he was in that moment, desperate to escape his clutches, move his head in the way of those teeth and escape it. But just as he imagined the pain of fangs ripping through flesh should appear, he felt the tender cool kiss of frozen lips against his raging pulse.
"You make restraint rather pleasurable." Herbert teased with a smile, kissing his neck again, trying to contain the urge to sink his teeth into the hot blood under the surface, draining the boy dry in second. He had to have patience, gripping Alfred's wrists tighter to contain himself, pulling a small whimper from the human.
Alfred was uncertain if this was worse than what he had expected because in someway it was... pleasant to be in this position. Wanted to the point of denial of instinct Sarah didn't feel that way about him, did she? He wasn't certain anymore what to believe, if a creature like this was capable of gentle affection what else might it be able to do?
"See? Not so bad. Almost good wouldn't you say?" Herbert continued as his kisses started to reach the neckline of his shirt, pushing it away with haste but it seemed that Alfred hadn't learnt his lesson and used that chance to kick him, getting his hands free and running for the door with all the power he had left.
Herbert rolled his eyes and huffed, irritated by how difficult he was being. It would be good if he just gave into it properly. But instead of running for help or escape, upon getting to the doorframe Alfred stopped. Hand clutching the frame, intending to fling himself forwards and slam the door behind him, but he didn't. Breathing heavily as something compelled him to stay. Something that he wasn't too unfamiliar with but wouldn't admit it to himself. Looking at the floor, back towards Herbert as he just tried to rush through getting himself moving again.
Seeing the pause, Herbert gave himself a moment to hope. A chance to think perhaps this one was going to stay. "Starting to think perhaps there is something worthwhile in here?" He teased, and again Alfred was not driven away by the words. In fact he was drawn in, his grip on the doorframe loosening, almost akin to relaxing.
"Get your pretty ass here right now." He demanded, hoping that would take the choice out of Alfred's mind, making it easier to come to his arms. And it worked, he stepped back and Herbert got between him and the door. "Now, let me show you something much better than a girl." Herbert teased with a smile, putting one finger under Alfred's chin and using his free hand to slam the door. This was going to be very fun.
Do y’all SEE the way this DUMBFUCK STARTS HEAVING?!???? WHEN!?!? ANNABETH?!?!!?? PUTS!?!??? HIS!!???! HANDS!!!??!?!!! ON!!!!! HER!!!!!!!! WAIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
