[The smart ass response of how is that different from normal? goes unsaid, and everyone is all the better for it. Alucard knows that it would ruin this absolutely lovely, wonderful perfect moment. Besides, he'd hate himself for destroying the chance to look at Sypha like this.
She's wonderful. Beautiful. As bright as the flames she summons forth, and oh isn't that the greatest irony of this situation? He and Trevor have been far too scarred by fire in their lives, and yet their greatest love is Sypha who burns all too brightly.
This time when Sypha's hips rock against him, Alucard does respond. The motion is smooth and controlled and drawn out, pressing up and against her with the sureity of a wave moving across the ocean. And that's all fine and good, until the grinding gets an honest to God moan out of him that is completely unfair.
He watches carefully as Sypha's hands withdraw. As they take off her shirt, and there's a flush of pink to his cheeks that on anyone else would be a bright and burning red. There's a sigh that leaves him, unsteady and hitched, but oh, they're even now and that gives him a new opening.
The shirt's gone, and that means Alucard can lean in and press his lips to the spaces where his hands were only moments before. Oh, it means no more eye contact, for his head is now bowed low as he presses kiss after kiss after kiss to her breast, never lingering in one place. It's a race to see how long it takes to cover every inch of skin in affection now, and there's such joy in the action that it's clear he has forgotten the nonsense set up of all of this.]
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[The smart ass response of how is that different from normal? goes unsaid, and everyone is all the better for it. Alucard knows that it would ruin this absolutely lovely, wonderful perfect moment. Besides, he'd hate himself for destroying the chance to look at Sypha like this.
She's wonderful. Beautiful. As bright as the flames she summons forth, and oh isn't that the greatest irony of this situation? He and Trevor have been far too scarred by fire in their lives, and yet their greatest love is Sypha who burns all too brightly.
This time when Sypha's hips rock against him, Alucard does respond. The motion is smooth and controlled and drawn out, pressing up and against her with the sureity of a wave moving across the ocean. And that's all fine and good, until the grinding gets an honest to God moan out of him that is completely unfair.
He watches carefully as Sypha's hands withdraw. As they take off her shirt, and there's a flush of pink to his cheeks that on anyone else would be a bright and burning red. There's a sigh that leaves him, unsteady and hitched, but oh, they're even now and that gives him a new opening.
The shirt's gone, and that means Alucard can lean in and press his lips to the spaces where his hands were only moments before. Oh, it means no more eye contact, for his head is now bowed low as he presses kiss after kiss after kiss to her breast, never lingering in one place. It's a race to see how long it takes to cover every inch of skin in affection now, and there's such joy in the action that it's clear he has forgotten the nonsense set up of all of this.]