[ He grins into the kiss at that squeeze, which makes the whole thing feel a little weird, but doesn't break it until he needs air again. One hand is against Alucard's ribs now, cool and pleasant in a way the winters of this place aren't. The fingers of the other are pushed just slightly into the waistband of his trousers. ]
Shit, you're beautiful like this.
[ He likes to think he's showing commendable restraint by not going right for the neck. He kisses along Alucard's jaw instead, avoiding splashes of grease less because he cares and more because he doesn't want to risk Alucard getting weird about this. ]
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Shit, you're beautiful like this.
[ He likes to think he's showing commendable restraint by not going right for the neck. He kisses along Alucard's jaw instead, avoiding splashes of grease less because he cares and more because he doesn't want to risk Alucard getting weird about this. ]
So beautiful. Perfect.