[ He tenses as the fabric moves against him - it's unavoidable as things are, no matter how careful Alucard is. But then he's free, and that's- shit, that's a relief.
But he knows what's coming, and he can't see Alucard but he knows. He waits. And waits. And nothing happens. Alucard doesn't touch him again. He's about to whine in frustration when Alucard finally speaks. ]
-Let me turn over. [ He interrupts, he's so eager to solve the problem. Yes he should be patient, but also: very horny. He catches himself, at least, trying to make it a little more polite. ] Please, your cleanliness.
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But he knows what's coming, and he can't see Alucard but he knows. He waits. And waits. And nothing happens. Alucard doesn't touch him again. He's about to whine in frustration when Alucard finally speaks. ]
-Let me turn over. [ He interrupts, he's so eager to solve the problem. Yes he should be patient, but also: very horny. He catches himself, at least, trying to make it a little more polite. ] Please, your cleanliness.