[ The process of every last thew of his back relaxing back into place after tensing and curling backward toward Alucard is slow, with a slight shudder to it. There's no more noise at it, save for how even his breaths come, but whatever look is on his face, Sypha's stopped what she's doing to better watch it.
Both of them are dressed almost fully, and he is very much not, and that's not entirely an unusual situation (he spent as much as he could get away with of the later part of summer and the early parts of autumn wearing as little shirt as possible, because summer here is fucking miserable, and he wonders every now and then if that contributed to Alucard at least being so quick to accept his affections) but it adds to the sensation of being vulnerable but cared for.
Sypha's hands aren't doing much of anything right now, but she's staring at both of them with the most adoring face and he can't not pull her closer. So he unweaves his hand from Alucard's - he doesn't need the reminder that he's here anymore, not with the buttons of his suit jacket cold against his back. After a few false starts because he's too stupid with bliss to realize that his hand is stuck down the side of his trousers and that's why it's not moving the way he wants it to, he has his arms around her. He pulls her closer until he's trapped between the both of them. ]
That's nice.
[ The still-gloved hand on his thigh, he means. But also all of this. Absolutely all of this. He's flitting into french every now and then, the same way he does when he's half-asleep or panicked or any number of other things - it's apparently just a thing that happens when his ability to think is compromised by something. ]
Back at the party- you should do that more often. I liked it.
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Both of them are dressed almost fully, and he is very much not, and that's not entirely an unusual situation (he spent as much as he could get away with of the later part of summer and the early parts of autumn wearing as little shirt as possible, because summer here is fucking miserable, and he wonders every now and then if that contributed to Alucard at least being so quick to accept his affections) but it adds to the sensation of being vulnerable but cared for.
Sypha's hands aren't doing much of anything right now, but she's staring at both of them with the most adoring face and he can't not pull her closer. So he unweaves his hand from Alucard's - he doesn't need the reminder that he's here anymore, not with the buttons of his suit jacket cold against his back. After a few false starts because he's too stupid with bliss to realize that his hand is stuck down the side of his trousers and that's why it's not moving the way he wants it to, he has his arms around her. He pulls her closer until he's trapped between the both of them. ]
That's nice.
[ The still-gloved hand on his thigh, he means. But also all of this. Absolutely all of this. He's flitting into french every now and then, the same way he does when he's half-asleep or panicked or any number of other things - it's apparently just a thing that happens when his ability to think is compromised by something. ]
Back at the party- you should do that more often. I liked it.