[ He had something to say here, something that was probably very clever and romantic (or so he likes to think) but it's gone the second that whine leaves Alucard. He doesn't have words. How could anyone, after that sound?
Instead of talking he just repositions himself, moving slowly so as to keep Alucard's hand in his hair. It's- important, that it stay there. It's so affectionate, so adoring, that it's only pure arousal keeping him from falling forward into Alucard's arms and remaining there.
Pure arousal is more than enough. He steadies both hands against Alucard's hips, pushing into him slowly. Steadily. ]
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Instead of talking he just repositions himself, moving slowly so as to keep Alucard's hand in his hair. It's- important, that it stay there. It's so affectionate, so adoring, that it's only pure arousal keeping him from falling forward into Alucard's arms and remaining there.
Pure arousal is more than enough. He steadies both hands against Alucard's hips, pushing into him slowly. Steadily. ]