[ Sypha begins the second part of the process of undressing him, and he at least has the presence of mind in the aftermath of that kiss to move his legs to finish it, kicking off his trousers until they hang from the foot of the bed.
He doesn't have a whole lot more than that, because Alucard is smiling at him and even just that is a lot. That smile means he's done something right, even if he has no fucking clue what it might have been. He's aware that he's the only one here who doesn't have clothes on, and that feels a little strange, and- he rather hopes the clothes do leave sooner rather than later, because they're nicer than his church clothes and he doesn't want to ruin them. But for now it's nice to be the only one coming apart so visibly, to just become more and more of a pliant mess of emotion with the other two there around him to guide him through it. ]
Yours. [ He says, and it's low enough to be a whisper and dies into a soft sigh as Sypha lets a hand settle against his hip and strokes gently. ] Yours.
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He doesn't have a whole lot more than that, because Alucard is smiling at him and even just that is a lot. That smile means he's done something right, even if he has no fucking clue what it might have been. He's aware that he's the only one here who doesn't have clothes on, and that feels a little strange, and- he rather hopes the clothes do leave sooner rather than later, because they're nicer than his church clothes and he doesn't want to ruin them. But for now it's nice to be the only one coming apart so visibly, to just become more and more of a pliant mess of emotion with the other two there around him to guide him through it. ]
Yours. [ He says, and it's low enough to be a whisper and dies into a soft sigh as Sypha lets a hand settle against his hip and strokes gently. ] Yours.