[ Just a little longer. He's exhausted, swiftly becoming oversensitive, but just a little longer. A trembling hand leaves Alucard's hip and travels to his groin instead, and his strokes are no quicker or more forceful than the slow, shallow thrusts that he's been making until now and that he's swiftly becoming incapable of continuing.
It's only when he tries to say something encouraging and wonders why his lips aren't moving right that he realises Alucard's lips are against his. That's good. That's perfect. He deepens the kiss as he strokes, tongue pushing into Alucard's mouth without much fear of fangs. ]
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It's only when he tries to say something encouraging and wonders why his lips aren't moving right that he realises Alucard's lips are against his. That's good. That's perfect. He deepens the kiss as he strokes, tongue pushing into Alucard's mouth without much fear of fangs. ]