[Harder she says, and Alucard does his very best to comply. He's not fool enough to speed everything up all at once either - it is a matter that increases with every roll of his hips upwards, his breath catching. He can feel how tightly Sypha is wrapped around him, how wonderful and warm and perfect that feeling is, and there's a euphoria that goes with the realization.
As Sypha's fingers scratch into his hair, there are heavier, headier breaths that escape. This is too much. All of it is too much in the best, happiest, most overwhelming, wonderful way. With that there is a warmth starting to build in the pit of his stomach, the kind that only comes with arousal and completion of the act.
They're both terribly close, aren't they?
Alucard picks his head up from the madness of kisses, face angled up and looking at Sypha with all the happiness of now reflected in his eyes. He's close. He's close and she'll probably want to see that finish, so let her.]
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As Sypha's fingers scratch into his hair, there are heavier, headier breaths that escape. This is too much. All of it is too much in the best, happiest, most overwhelming, wonderful way. With that there is a warmth starting to build in the pit of his stomach, the kind that only comes with arousal and completion of the act.
They're both terribly close, aren't they?
Alucard picks his head up from the madness of kisses, face angled up and looking at Sypha with all the happiness of now reflected in his eyes. He's close. He's close and she'll probably want to see that finish, so let her.]