[The pace before had all been for show, really, to highlight the absurdity of the entire situation and to see how far they could push each other before...well. Before this. Alucard knows he exists in a constant state of wanting to go slower with the other two because they leave and time is to be savored, but it is that same absence that always sees him want to go faster when rubber hits the road. There's no good balance of those desires.
He's aware that his hair must be getting messy under Sypha's touch. Good. Let it, because there are only two people he will ever be so undone for. It's wonderful to have that kind of security, just as it is wonderful to hear all of the wonderful notes of pleasure and approval being hummed against him. It's encouragement for him to keep at it, which Alucard does with far too much enthusiasm.
Sypha's beautiful when she arches up, the flushed face suiting her in the moment far too well. He smiles up at her, but there's no note of triumph there in casing such noise - only stupid adoration, fully aware of how perfect she looks.
He's sure he must look quite the sight now too, naked until one hits his knees, breathless and flushed. None of that changes as Sypha's kisses start to pour in, and his hand stills, trying to adjust to her new position.]
That seems like you're looking out for your best interests alon--
[The word morphs into a low, content moan as Sypha takes him in hand entirely. His hips strain to stay still.]
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He's aware that his hair must be getting messy under Sypha's touch. Good. Let it, because there are only two people he will ever be so undone for. It's wonderful to have that kind of security, just as it is wonderful to hear all of the wonderful notes of pleasure and approval being hummed against him. It's encouragement for him to keep at it, which Alucard does with far too much enthusiasm.
Sypha's beautiful when she arches up, the flushed face suiting her in the moment far too well. He smiles up at her, but there's no note of triumph there in casing such noise - only stupid adoration, fully aware of how perfect she looks.
He's sure he must look quite the sight now too, naked until one hits his knees, breathless and flushed. None of that changes as Sypha's kisses start to pour in, and his hand stills, trying to adjust to her new position.]
That seems like you're looking out for your best interests alon--
[The word morphs into a low, content moan as Sypha takes him in hand entirely. His hips strain to stay still.]
Would you also go naked under the same skirts?