[It's a hardship, yes, but one that's worth enduring for where it leaves them both. There's a happy sigh at knowing the hardship for what it is, and one that's soon swallowed by far more powerful and important forces.
With Sypha's hands guiding him to look upwards, Alucard's lower hand remains steadfast in it's work. It moves to where hip and thigh meet, then towards the center, daring to stroke through undergarments, and that's all while Sypha angles his head up.
The kiss that Sypha takes from him is given with such surrender that it shouldn't be possible, and yet here he is, all but melted in her hands. There's no chasteness in his response either, there is only deep and fierce need for more. More of this. More of her. More of this moment.
He stays where he's bidden, matching intensity for intensity. There's no hiding how he shivers and arcs upward under Sypha's touch as her fingers move down his chest, just as there's no hiding how his own continue to stroke against her.
That has to stop though for the next part. The most important part, because once both belts are undone he'll have to lift his hips up. Get the damned trousers removed entirely, and he's all set to help in that mission when Sypha teases against the strain that has been building down below.
The groan that comes from it is pressed into her mouth, shaky and unsteady and utterly thrilled. It's unfair, and in retaliation, he finally breaks the kiss.
Of course, there's no other word said than a breathy sigh of her name, along with his hips finally rising to have pants done away with once and for all.]
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[It's a hardship, yes, but one that's worth enduring for where it leaves them both. There's a happy sigh at knowing the hardship for what it is, and one that's soon swallowed by far more powerful and important forces.
With Sypha's hands guiding him to look upwards, Alucard's lower hand remains steadfast in it's work. It moves to where hip and thigh meet, then towards the center, daring to stroke through undergarments, and that's all while Sypha angles his head up.
The kiss that Sypha takes from him is given with such surrender that it shouldn't be possible, and yet here he is, all but melted in her hands. There's no chasteness in his response either, there is only deep and fierce need for more. More of this. More of her. More of this moment.
He stays where he's bidden, matching intensity for intensity. There's no hiding how he shivers and arcs upward under Sypha's touch as her fingers move down his chest, just as there's no hiding how his own continue to stroke against her.
That has to stop though for the next part. The most important part, because once both belts are undone he'll have to lift his hips up. Get the damned trousers removed entirely, and he's all set to help in that mission when Sypha teases against the strain that has been building down below.
The groan that comes from it is pressed into her mouth, shaky and unsteady and utterly thrilled. It's unfair, and in retaliation, he finally breaks the kiss.
Of course, there's no other word said than a breathy sigh of her name, along with his hips finally rising to have pants done away with once and for all.]