[ The hand over his heart is cool as always, pleasant in the constant heat, but there's a warmth to it nonetheless. A warmth to all of this, distinct from the growing humidity of late spring-turning-early summer. A pleasant one.
It takes him by surprise how much he must have missed this. It's not been at the front of his mind all month, because the month has been exhausting and sometimes painful and it's been difficult to gather the energy to even really think about this kind of thing. But he must have missed it without noticing, because that little contented hum brings with it such an immense sense of relief.
When the fabric dips, the hand at Alucard's hip chases it, sliding underneath it proper to rest against his rear. With one last kiss, he moves back to Alucard's neck, kissing lightly at first. Then the hand at his front moves with more purpose as he begins to nip at the neck again, alternating quick bights and kisses. ]
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It takes him by surprise how much he must have missed this. It's not been at the front of his mind all month, because the month has been exhausting and sometimes painful and it's been difficult to gather the energy to even really think about this kind of thing. But he must have missed it without noticing, because that little contented hum brings with it such an immense sense of relief.
When the fabric dips, the hand at Alucard's hip chases it, sliding underneath it proper to rest against his rear. With one last kiss, he moves back to Alucard's neck, kissing lightly at first. Then the hand at his front moves with more purpose as he begins to nip at the neck again, alternating quick bights and kisses. ]