[ One of Alucard's hands is still in his hair, and that's more than acceptable. The other- the other really ought to be on his hip. Because he needs to use his own to support his weight, like this, so the very least Alucard can do is be touching him extra to make up for it. He grabs Alucard's wrist (without breaking it, thank you very much) to move his free hand where it ought to be and then returns his own hands to the mattress.
And he probably looks ridiculous right now, or at least what he considers to be ridiculous. Eyes dark and heavy, lines of his face made to look softer by the redness of it, hair definitely clinging to his neck and forehead.
Lowering himself down enough to kiss at Alucard's collarbone, he begins to move. ]
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And he probably looks ridiculous right now, or at least what he considers to be ridiculous. Eyes dark and heavy, lines of his face made to look softer by the redness of it, hair definitely clinging to his neck and forehead.
Lowering himself down enough to kiss at Alucard's collarbone, he begins to move. ]