[ It’s a slow rhythm, careful, nice and predictable. There’s no dramatics to it, no big moment. Just a slow, meticulous process of wearing away everything else other than Alucard’s hands and lips on him. Like rain wearing away stone.
Slowly, his breathing changes to match the rhythm of Alucard’s movements. In as a soft gasp when Alucard’s teeth graze his lip. Out as a sigh with the touch as his back. Soon, his heartbeat slows to match his breath. The world shrinks, to just himself and Alucard and the places where they touch, and his eyes take on that familiar slightly glazed, unfocussed look. ]
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Slowly, his breathing changes to match the rhythm of Alucard’s movements. In as a soft gasp when Alucard’s teeth graze his lip. Out as a sigh with the touch as his back. Soon, his heartbeat slows to match his breath. The world shrinks, to just himself and Alucard and the places where they touch, and his eyes take on that familiar slightly glazed, unfocussed look. ]