[ His back hits the soft mattress, and then his mind registers it. Alucard is above him, resplendent and very, very naked. Somehow the fallen sheet pooled around his legs makes him seem more naked than if it weren’t there. ]
Oh. Shit.
[ He’d been intrigued by the curses, still very much is, but it’s hard not to complain anyway, especially when Alucard’s hand strokes over the fabric. It’s too much and too little at the same time, and when he breathes out it comes out as a long whine. ]
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Oh. Shit.
[ He’d been intrigued by the curses, still very much is, but it’s hard not to complain anyway, especially when Alucard’s hand strokes over the fabric. It’s too much and too little at the same time, and when he breathes out it comes out as a long whine. ]
Sinful trousers. Good curse.