[ It's soft, and where each 'yours' had had an undercurrent of aching longing to it, there's only quiet satisfaction in this. His Sypha. His Adrian.
The cool, solid surface of Alucard's chest behind him is gone, and for just a moment he doesn't understand why. He's half turned - there's a desperation to the movement - even before Sypha guides him over the rest of the way onto his other side. And it's just about worth being separated for a few moments. Because he's dizzy with wanting right now, but he can still pick out the important things. The important things like the way the cufflinks click against the hairpin on the bedside table, and how that click happens more than once because Alucard's hands are trembling, and it's a little like a bell ringing. Important things like the way it takes him a good twenty seconds to untangle a lock of hair caught in his collar button. Like the simple efficiency of it all combined with the fumbling.
Except then there's a soft gasp, followed by a deliberately slow exhale. Because Sypha is at his back now, hands trailing upward along his spine from his arse while her lips move downward from the back of his neck. And hopefully that gasp is enough to catch his attention away from the task of folding clothes, because this is his chance to see the face that he got out of Trevor earlier, eyes closed and mouth hanging open just slightly, lower lip drawn behind his teeth but not quite bitten down upon. He's leaning back into Sypha now, trembling a little with the tension as his body tries to curl further backwards against her touch. ]
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[ It's soft, and where each 'yours' had had an undercurrent of aching longing to it, there's only quiet satisfaction in this. His Sypha. His Adrian.
The cool, solid surface of Alucard's chest behind him is gone, and for just a moment he doesn't understand why. He's half turned - there's a desperation to the movement - even before Sypha guides him over the rest of the way onto his other side. And it's just about worth being separated for a few moments. Because he's dizzy with wanting right now, but he can still pick out the important things. The important things like the way the cufflinks click against the hairpin on the bedside table, and how that click happens more than once because Alucard's hands are trembling, and it's a little like a bell ringing. Important things like the way it takes him a good twenty seconds to untangle a lock of hair caught in his collar button. Like the simple efficiency of it all combined with the fumbling.
Except then there's a soft gasp, followed by a deliberately slow exhale. Because Sypha is at his back now, hands trailing upward along his spine from his arse while her lips move downward from the back of his neck. And hopefully that gasp is enough to catch his attention away from the task of folding clothes, because this is his chance to see the face that he got out of Trevor earlier, eyes closed and mouth hanging open just slightly, lower lip drawn behind his teeth but not quite bitten down upon. He's leaning back into Sypha now, trembling a little with the tension as his body tries to curl further backwards against her touch. ]