[ A few times, he tries to turn back. He can’t look at Alucard like this, and he wants to. He always wants to. But then Alucard kisses at the back of his neck and whatever complaints he has die unspoken. Instead, he just gives a long moan, rather more dramatically than he had expected to.
It’s uncomfortable, being confined like this, his dick trapped between the mattress and his own weight and trying its damnedest to stir anyway. It doesn’t care that there’s no room for it. If anything, that idiot is encouraged by the way it grazes against cloth whenever Alucard’s weight shifts and moves him about a little. ]
Your cleanliness. [ He’s decided, it seems. That’s the name of choice for now until he breaks character. ]
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It’s uncomfortable, being confined like this, his dick trapped between the mattress and his own weight and trying its damnedest to stir anyway. It doesn’t care that there’s no room for it. If anything, that idiot is encouraged by the way it grazes against cloth whenever Alucard’s weight shifts and moves him about a little. ]
Your cleanliness. [ He’s decided, it seems. That’s the name of choice for now until he breaks character. ]