[ He laughs himself, and it forces him to break the kiss he's holding against Alucard's neck for just a moment. ]
That works.
[ It'd kill the mood to mention anything about his own teenage rebellion (or rather lack thereof). Instead he just laughs at the idea of Alucard-the-model-son before he resumes nipping at the neck of Alucard-the-puddle-of-feelings.
Carefully, once hand moves to the inside of his thighs and feels through the pajama bottoms for the scar, stroking over and around it. This, this he probably has to be careful with. Especially with Alucard being so open and vulnerable right now. He closes his eyes, stroking over it a few more times in thought. ]
Five parts of this whole fucking mess that you're stuck with forever. [ He says after a moment. ] And only three of them scars.
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That works.
[ It'd kill the mood to mention anything about his own teenage rebellion (or rather lack thereof). Instead he just laughs at the idea of Alucard-the-model-son before he resumes nipping at the neck of Alucard-the-puddle-of-feelings.
Carefully, once hand moves to the inside of his thighs and feels through the pajama bottoms for the scar, stroking over and around it. This, this he probably has to be careful with. Especially with Alucard being so open and vulnerable right now. He closes his eyes, stroking over it a few more times in thought. ]
Five parts of this whole fucking mess that you're stuck with forever. [ He says after a moment. ] And only three of them scars.