[Oh he's so fucked. The minute Sypha's hands leave his, he's fucked because it is instinct to touch and grab and caress and hold onto whichever one of them he can reach at all times. The whimper that responds to Sypha's command is totally one that asks how fucked am I if I don't?.
She knows it'll fail too, and that's what makes it worse. Alucard shifts just enough to accomodate the new distribution of weight (Trevor's not moved yet, but it seems like he was just waiting for this to happen.) All he can do is tilt his neck just a little bit more so that Sypha can go wherever she wants.
His nightshirt pulls just a little bit more as he does so, exposing more collarbone and shoulder. It shouldn't look as inappropriate as it does, but that's the nature of these things. The littlest bit of exposure becomes so much more pleasing. Just as teeth and pressure do, and there's a loud groan as Sypha delivers on what has been teased for far too long.]
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She knows it'll fail too, and that's what makes it worse. Alucard shifts just enough to accomodate the new distribution of weight (Trevor's not moved yet, but it seems like he was just waiting for this to happen.) All he can do is tilt his neck just a little bit more so that Sypha can go wherever she wants.
His nightshirt pulls just a little bit more as he does so, exposing more collarbone and shoulder. It shouldn't look as inappropriate as it does, but that's the nature of these things. The littlest bit of exposure becomes so much more pleasing. Just as teeth and pressure do, and there's a loud groan as Sypha delivers on what has been teased for far too long.]