Right. Of course not. [ That was probably intended to be sarcastic, but tone is a little difficult when every word comes out as the same all-too-aroused whine. Even just that exposed sliver of skin against the coolness of Alucard’s stomach is so much. Not to mention the- oh.
Oh. Alucard’s just as into this as he is. That’s good to know.
He’s slow as he undoes his tunic, because this whole thing has him so aroused that even the cloth brushing against his back is an almost unbearable amount of stimulation, stuck in that same area of too much but not enough that the kisses through the cloth were. Eventually, though, he shrugs the sleeves of it off his shoulders. It’s still there on his back, held in place by Alucard’s chest against him. But it’ll be gone the second one of them moves away from the other. ]
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Oh. Alucard’s just as into this as he is. That’s good to know.
He’s slow as he undoes his tunic, because this whole thing has him so aroused that even the cloth brushing against his back is an almost unbearable amount of stimulation, stuck in that same area of too much but not enough that the kisses through the cloth were. Eventually, though, he shrugs the sleeves of it off his shoulders. It’s still there on his back, held in place by Alucard’s chest against him. But it’ll be gone the second one of them moves away from the other. ]