[Alucard doesn't mind having his arms forced to hover up and above for a time. It's not a hardship, if anything, it makes things all the better when the shirt is finally up over his head. He can wave it away with a simple movement, and it's at that exact point when he feels Sypha's lips hit his neck.
Oh, all the kisses to his chest and upward were wonderful, without a doubt lovely, but it's that nibbler and the sensation of vibration that follows that gets a near maidenly sigh out of him.]
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Oh, all the kisses to his chest and upward were wonderful, without a doubt lovely, but it's that nibbler and the sensation of vibration that follows that gets a near maidenly sigh out of him.]
I feel that it might be disproportionate.