[Sypha's fingers against Alucard's neck are a thing unto themselves. The motions there draw quick, sharper breaths from him than anything else, because surprise: anything involving necks is a Thing for the dhampir.
Still, his progress is careful and measured, because to kiss up Sypha's neck and ending just below her jawline is something worth doing slowly. Not just because of all the wonderful noises she makes and the way he can feel every one of them while he is pressed so close against her, but because against her neck, Alucard can feel the change in her heartrate. There's such a thrill to it that he should be ashamed, but oh no. This is pure delight for him.
A warm hand against cool flesh gets a deep sigh out of him, one too besotted to function for a moment. He's still pressed against her neck, but that is changing now, as he must ask one question:]
General. [Because this is still sort of a negotiation.] Is the loss of my shirt a part of your terms?
[He has to absolutely control his hips to not respond to any provocation.]
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Still, his progress is careful and measured, because to kiss up Sypha's neck and ending just below her jawline is something worth doing slowly. Not just because of all the wonderful noises she makes and the way he can feel every one of them while he is pressed so close against her, but because against her neck, Alucard can feel the change in her heartrate. There's such a thrill to it that he should be ashamed, but oh no. This is pure delight for him.
A warm hand against cool flesh gets a deep sigh out of him, one too besotted to function for a moment. He's still pressed against her neck, but that is changing now, as he must ask one question:]
General. [Because this is still sort of a negotiation.] Is the loss of my shirt a part of your terms?
[He has to absolutely control his hips to not respond to any provocation.]