[ He was always going to be first. Usually is (words like useless try to claw their way into his mead, at that, but they have no fucking place here). He tries, but- well, it's not a contest, is it? And it's not as if anyone is leaving this mess disappointed at this rate.
At Alucard's first touch, his shoulders twitch in anticipation. His hand moves up against Sypha, fingers tensing and curling until they're rubbing against her properly rather than simply as a consequence of their movement. His other hand falls back against Alucard's thigh, squeezing at it with a force that would probably be painful on anyone else and that is certainly bruising, if only temporary. He knows what's going to happen, because there's only ever one thing that does happen when he does this, and he's always useless against it and-
-and then it does, in fact, happen, and he curls backward into the contact, his voice tearing through what started as a long exhale to end it as a moan, and when Alucard does break contact he falls against Sypha bonelessly, forehead against the top of her spine, breath coming out in pants that turn noisy and desperate by the end of each one, alternating between Delighted Belmont Noises and soft whines and pleases and just one sorry. Until she rocks a little harder against him, at just a sligtly different angle as a result of all his moving about, and he's gone. He tugs her tighter against him, breath catching in his throat and rendering him silent until he finally breathes out too much and far too loudly. ]
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At Alucard's first touch, his shoulders twitch in anticipation. His hand moves up against Sypha, fingers tensing and curling until they're rubbing against her properly rather than simply as a consequence of their movement. His other hand falls back against Alucard's thigh, squeezing at it with a force that would probably be painful on anyone else and that is certainly bruising, if only temporary. He knows what's going to happen, because there's only ever one thing that does happen when he does this, and he's always useless against it and-
-and then it does, in fact, happen, and he curls backward into the contact, his voice tearing through what started as a long exhale to end it as a moan, and when Alucard does break contact he falls against Sypha bonelessly, forehead against the top of her spine, breath coming out in pants that turn noisy and desperate by the end of each one, alternating between Delighted Belmont Noises and soft whines and pleases and just one sorry. Until she rocks a little harder against him, at just a sligtly different angle as a result of all his moving about, and he's gone. He tugs her tighter against him, breath catching in his throat and rendering him silent until he finally breathes out too much and far too loudly. ]