[ And smell of incense they do. Though it slowed somewhat after boxing day, the holiday season has meant a lot of time in various services at the church, from mass to carol services to helping with children's performances, and no amount of washing can leave the smell of it undetectable to vampire senses. Nobody needs to know that the scent of the inside of a church comes not from some holy power but from evenings spent helping Agatha wrangle a group of six year olds in angel costumes though dress rehearsals of off-key attempts at carols.
He was expecting dramatic-but-chaste. This is only one of those things. He can't see Damien's expression right now - even if he were close enough, Alucard's hair is between them - but he hopes that it's either dumbfounded or furious. And that's the last that he thinks of that asshole, instead focusing entirely on Alucard. He leans back, not to be away from Alucard but to be below in in a way that feels right, to let Alucard lean over him so there's less of him exposed to the world of things-that-are-not-his-vampire, trusting him to take his weight. And he kisses back. It's not a match for Alucard's intensity, softer even than usual. It's soft, delicate, almost as if he's murmuring prayers against his mouth. ]
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He was expecting dramatic-but-chaste. This is only one of those things. He can't see Damien's expression right now - even if he were close enough, Alucard's hair is between them - but he hopes that it's either dumbfounded or furious. And that's the last that he thinks of that asshole, instead focusing entirely on Alucard. He leans back, not to be away from Alucard but to be below in in a way that feels right, to let Alucard lean over him so there's less of him exposed to the world of things-that-are-not-his-vampire, trusting him to take his weight. And he kisses back. It's not a match for Alucard's intensity, softer even than usual. It's soft, delicate, almost as if he's murmuring prayers against his mouth. ]