[The smile beams on her face, free hand moving to cup his cheek in response to his admission. It's so easy to remember the first day that all three of them met, and to see how far they have come from that point. Yet that delicate flush creeps back along her own face, quivering above him as her body responds to his. Her breaths are deeper, quicker.]
Mm. Of course, for I would not have it any other way.
[Still her voice is low, thicker with desire with each passing moment. That moan tumbles out again, eye lids flickering closed as she pants, and forget skirts and undergarments and gummy bears. It's her turn to grind forward against his touch, for she is more than ready to welcome him.
It's that hooded gaze as she shifts forward, hand slipping away from his face, to swat his hand away. It's not lack of desire or want that cause it, but rather that Sypha's lifting her hips, stroking him although it is clear that he needs no further encouragement, just as she doesn't. Her fingers curl on to his, humming her pleasure at his hand on her breast. squeezing.]
I want you.
[As if that much is not clear as she guides him to her, slowly descending until the tip of his length parts her folds. It's only then that her hand departs and her body continues that grinding motion down, a needy whimper as she takes him in.]
[Somewhere in all of this, probably at the origin that was much sillier than the moment is now, there is a joke about surrender to be made. Alucard does not even think of that now, not as he feels every single movement Sypha makes. Feels every shift, every breath, and feels the whole of himself electrified by it.
It's overwhelming, being like this. Hyperaware of every breath, every movement his fingers make as they move across Sypha's breath, wanting to hold more. What tension there is in him is that of wonderful, besotted, euphoric anticipation, because how can he not be? Everything here is perfect, from how Sypha responds to every touch to how he's nearly shaking from want.
He's measured as he helps Sypha settle. His hand goes back to her hip to help guide her, but it is unfair how hard that whimper hits him. There's a restrained, choked breath of delight in response to it, and his hips roll forward slowly to make sure that Sypha is comfortable.
She's warm. She's so warm, it's a constant contrast to himself, and he has to let out a controlled breath to try and center himself just for a moment.]
[It's divine, that moment when their bodies meet, and it feels again like she might shatter from it. She sinks, that last little thrust meeting his, to bind them together suddenly with another little moan parting her lips. Light dances across her closed eyelids, taking that moment to settle comfortably there, poised in an almost stillness around him.
Yet her mouth quirks as she guides his linked hand to her other hip before her hands slip over his shoulders. Around his neck does she play and tease, before her fingers twine together and she's leaning toward him to grace his lips with a light brush. ]
Ah, but I have you exactly how I want you.
[It vibrates softly from her throat as her eyes catch his, holding for a heart beat. But then she's moving, hips swaying beneath his touch, to rise upwards, feeling him draw ever so from her, before that downward thrust drives him back home.]
[Alucard's eyes threaten to shut, so he can focus on every other sensation, but he doesn't allow for it. The greatest part of all of this is getting to watch Sypha, watching her react, memorizing every movement that gets wonderful, perfect noises from her.
Like this, they can wrap around each other as completely as possible. Let limbs tangle, let chests be flush against each other, take advantage of every little thing. With his hands on her hips now, Alucard leans forward just as her lips touch his.]
Then I'll continue to let you lead.
[Because that's a delight too, putting his complete and utter trust in Sypha like this. He'd never feel comfortable with that outside Sypha and Trevor, and it too is testament to how far they've come from that first meeting under Gresit.
He scoots forward on the sofa just a little so that if Sypha's legs wish to wrap around his waist, they can. From there, all Alucard can do is continue to thrust in careful, controlled ways, because this? He doesn't want it over.
But he refuses to keep both hands on her hips. His left moves, resting just above where they meet so that every time Sypha grinds down, there is pressure against her clit. It'd be unfair and wrong for only his needs to be addressed.]
[There's that acceptance in her eyes, knowing just what that means for him to admit that, although, she certainly has no qualms to any suggestions. It is for the both of them, after all, despite the whole being conquered by her treats earlier. Sypha would openly admit that she does like this position, riding him as she will. The friction of her breasts rubbing against his chest with each bounce has little sparks igniting throughout, leaving her nipples hard.
She doesn't need a verbal either, taking that cue as her legs stretch, and oh, how delightful is that as the angle subtly changes, sinking him deeper in to her. Her thighs tighten, squeeze, head rolling back for a moment to simply savour the pleasure that trickles along her spine and makes her toes curl.
Yet when his fingers find her, her head snaps back, and tighter does her grip turn, and harder do her walls clench around him.]
Alucard...
[It's almost a protest, but her hands are shifting through his hair again and her mouth is claiming his with hard wanting kisses. It's harder that her hips roll, legs squeezing in conjunction with each downward movement, and she may very well need to brush his hair for him later with how her fingers work and tug and tease. It's lips and tongue and teeth, moans whimpered in praise and pleasure as her back arches, pressing her torso harder against his.]
[There's a follow up, or something of the sort that tries to come out, but that attempt and everything that follows after is muted by Sypha's kisses. Alucard can hardly protest that, and he responds in kind with an uncontrolled wildness that sees fang threaten to catch tongue a few times. Nothing ever comes of it though, and every moment Alucard breaks apart for air, his breath is heavier and heavier.
With Sypha wrapped so firmly around him, their chests flush against each other, that same heavy breath is obvious elsewhere too. At some point, he breaks for air again, but his mouth does not return to hers. Instead, there is a serious of furious kisses down the column of Sypha's neck, moving far too fast for the sensation to be appreciated one-by-one. Alucard doesn't stop until he has reached the swell of her breasts (the angle is a little awkward for him, but who cares), and there the kisses remain. They're hot and heady and lingering, each new kiss being punctuated by a thrust of his hips, each heavy breath pressed against Sypha's skin.]
[She'd sing his praises some more, but Sypha isn't much of a singer. It is a reckless abandon, not truly caring it his fangs to catch her skin. She knows that he isn't some starved monster that will pounce on her, or at least not to eat her- or rather, kill her, as his mouth has certainly done some clever things before that had made her call out.]
Harder.
[It's the answer when their lips do part, looking quite thoroughly handled with parted lips and blown pupils. Yet it's that pliant mewl that purrs out as he sets out exploring, and gasps and moans leave with no care who hears, even if it's hardly a public place. Her fingers are on his scalp again, blunt nails scratching as he showers her with kisses. Her breasts do rise and fall, both from those quickening breaths and the fervor in which her body now responds, bouncing ever so as he meets her each time, to sink himself to the hilt.]
I'm not- [It's laboured now, cheeks flushed as her eyes close yet again, tangling her fingers through his locks. She hadn't been lying in her quest for harder, as she's being nudged towards that edge, but she's greedy and wants more, wants to fall over and drag him with her. His exhales bring goosebumps to her flesh, and she squeezes tightly each time his length enters, small noises that may well be please hummed.]
[Harder she says, and Alucard does his very best to comply. He's not fool enough to speed everything up all at once either - it is a matter that increases with every roll of his hips upwards, his breath catching. He can feel how tightly Sypha is wrapped around him, how wonderful and warm and perfect that feeling is, and there's a euphoria that goes with the realization.
As Sypha's fingers scratch into his hair, there are heavier, headier breaths that escape. This is too much. All of it is too much in the best, happiest, most overwhelming, wonderful way. With that there is a warmth starting to build in the pit of his stomach, the kind that only comes with arousal and completion of the act.
They're both terribly close, aren't they?
Alucard picks his head up from the madness of kisses, face angled up and looking at Sypha with all the happiness of now reflected in his eyes. He's close. He's close and she'll probably want to see that finish, so let her.]
[He knows, he know perfectly just what she desires, and more than happily gives it to her. There is that barrier to him, a bridge that is not always drawn down, but there is also generosity to him. It's precious, those little things that make him him.
She meets him, matching the pace that he sets, chasing after that release that draws ever closer. It's heavily hooded eyes that keep hold of Alucard's, as he isn't wrong. She dearly loves to watch those emotions roll across his face, the vulnerability that he is willing to share in it. And as much as she wants her own release, she isn't entirely greedy and oh, how she does love to watch his hit him.
Her forehead rests against his, those low moans and soft pants a song from her, proof of her own pleasures. And yet she pushes, driving him on, pushes him as she squeezes with intent with her walls around him each time he buries deep, legs adding to that as she adds that small grinding circular motion. Her lips ghost over his, light as an angel's wings as pushes. Harder, deeper, faster.]
[It feels so good, resting forehead against forehead, shameless in muting none of their noises. The wonderful things coming out of Sypha's mouth only serve to draw quicker, shorter breaths from Alucard. They shorten even more as she squeezes, grinds, moves in every way. There's tension blossoming from deep in the pit of Alucard now, and there's no point in attempting a delay.
The short, quick breaths become sudden shudders, the moan of absolute pleasure and release drawing up from somewhere in his stomach and steadily blossoming outwards all at once. Alucard arches forward, aware he's already pressed as close as he can be against Sypha yet still trying, the warmth and stickiness of sweat serving only to bind them closer together.
It crescendos into one loud shout, Alucard trying his absolute best to say something intelligent as he does. Unsurprisingly, the dhampir fails, and all that he manages in addition to being incredibly noisy is a look of absolute bliss over his face, eyes half-open yet clearly focused on Sypha, smile tugging at his lips, fangs just barely visible.]
[And there, there it is, that all but divine moment when Sypha catches that shift in expression. It's sheer stubbornness and determination that has kept her going now, tongue between her two teeth as she murmurs. It is almost as if two may become one, that moment, feeling him cling to her even as she clings to him.
The shout earns a quiver that ripples through her body, that has her toes curling and her grip tightening. He is lovely in that moment of surrender, pure pleasure painted across his features as she continues to rock her own hips, waiting, waiting, until that last possible moment.
It's harder, that shudder that arches through her, that has her breaking contact and burrowing her face against his neck. Those soft pants and whimpers are lost against his skin as her walls clamp around him and her legs tense. Hot breaths are gasped against his skin, that sharp circular motion of her hips, as if to squeeze him for everything he may give.
And yet no matter how hard she may try to make time stop, to remain in that moment of lightning and fire kissing her skin and sparking her senses, that rise has crested, has fallen, that sated lull seeking to wrap her in its embrace. Her face turns, hands cupping his cheeks again, to place a tender kiss against his lips, mindful of those fangs, as she hums her happiness.]
[Alucard struggles as exhaustion tries to claim him. He can't stop moving until Sypha's done, nothing's allowed until that happens, and so for a few precious moments yet, his hips still rock up, up, up.
It's adrenaline that powers him, along with the heat of Sypha's noises and her breath against his skin. All of this, all of it is perfect, and the only crime involved is that he cannot see her face as she finishes.
Oh, but the look on her face after makes up for it. It's beautiful, practically ringed by a halo of light. He sighs in turn, a soft laugh following the kiss.]
Sypha.
[He utters her name with all the adoration in the world, happiness beaming up.]
[It's acknowledgment of her name, although she doesn't quite have her voice back yet. That's fine, as this is fine. It's perfectly wonderful as her hands slip back down to rest over his shoulders, lazily stroking along his broad back.
Her smile is one of sheer pleasure, glad to have driven that sadness away for a time. Step by step, day by day, they'll fill the void, until it no longer exists as it has. He's as worthy and deserving of love as all of them, and Sypha will continue to remind and show him that until her dying day.]
[Inch by inch, Alucard leans back into the sofa. It's slow so that Sypha's hands are not trapped, and because the fingers that are moving along his back feel so, so good.
He settles there, and one one hand moves up to stroke through her hair. It's a little worse for wear (his must be a downright mess), so that's the excuse Alucard uses to start untangling in earnest. The other hand is slung low around her hips, just holding Sypha close. Just enjoying her proximity. Just....being.]
Perhaps they should remember that vengeance will come.
[The gleam in Sypha's eye is met by something similar in Alucard's. A promise that this is a new back-and-forth, one driven by whimsy and love, manifesting in new ways.
There's a happy sigh that follows. No sadness. Just happy exhaustion, wrapped up in absolute adoration for the Speaker in his arms.]
[Her hands move over his shoulders as he leans back, to settle on his chest, palm down. Her face turns towards his hand, pressing gently against it. She basks in the feeling, that after glow and his embrace.
She doesn't fail to note his expression, and it does send a little thrill down her spine. She may well have opened a box that the lid was better left on, but that is Sypha. She would lift the lid and investigate.]
You shall have to wait and see. I can't give away military secrets so easily.
[He says it softly, words wrapped up in an impossibly warm laugh. It goes far too well with the moment, and in that same moment, there's only one action a vampire can take: he tilts his head just a little, leans in, and presses a soft kiss against Sypha's lips.
It is one of those kisses that doesn't linger long, and it would be almost chaste if it didn't come hot on the heels of the last few minutes.
Likewise for the moment, there's only one good follow up. Alucard breathes out, stupefied with happiness.]
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Mm. Of course, for I would not have it any other way.
[Still her voice is low, thicker with desire with each passing moment. That moan tumbles out again, eye lids flickering closed as she pants, and forget skirts and undergarments and gummy bears. It's her turn to grind forward against his touch, for she is more than ready to welcome him.
It's that hooded gaze as she shifts forward, hand slipping away from his face, to swat his hand away. It's not lack of desire or want that cause it, but rather that Sypha's lifting her hips, stroking him although it is clear that he needs no further encouragement, just as she doesn't. Her fingers curl on to his, humming her pleasure at his hand on her breast. squeezing.]
I want you.
[As if that much is not clear as she guides him to her, slowly descending until the tip of his length parts her folds. It's only then that her hand departs and her body continues that grinding motion down, a needy whimper as she takes him in.]
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It's overwhelming, being like this. Hyperaware of every breath, every movement his fingers make as they move across Sypha's breath, wanting to hold more. What tension there is in him is that of wonderful, besotted, euphoric anticipation, because how can he not be? Everything here is perfect, from how Sypha responds to every touch to how he's nearly shaking from want.
He's measured as he helps Sypha settle. His hand goes back to her hip to help guide her, but it is unfair how hard that whimper hits him. There's a restrained, choked breath of delight in response to it, and his hips roll forward slowly to make sure that Sypha is comfortable.
She's warm. She's so warm, it's a constant contrast to himself, and he has to let out a controlled breath to try and center himself just for a moment.]
How do you want me?
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Yet her mouth quirks as she guides his linked hand to her other hip before her hands slip over his shoulders. Around his neck does she play and tease, before her fingers twine together and she's leaning toward him to grace his lips with a light brush. ]
Ah, but I have you exactly how I want you.
[It vibrates softly from her throat as her eyes catch his, holding for a heart beat. But then she's moving, hips swaying beneath his touch, to rise upwards, feeling him draw ever so from her, before that downward thrust drives him back home.]
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Like this, they can wrap around each other as completely as possible. Let limbs tangle, let chests be flush against each other, take advantage of every little thing. With his hands on her hips now, Alucard leans forward just as her lips touch his.]
Then I'll continue to let you lead.
[Because that's a delight too, putting his complete and utter trust in Sypha like this. He'd never feel comfortable with that outside Sypha and Trevor, and it too is testament to how far they've come from that first meeting under Gresit.
He scoots forward on the sofa just a little so that if Sypha's legs wish to wrap around his waist, they can. From there, all Alucard can do is continue to thrust in careful, controlled ways, because this? He doesn't want it over.
But he refuses to keep both hands on her hips. His left moves, resting just above where they meet so that every time Sypha grinds down, there is pressure against her clit. It'd be unfair and wrong for only his needs to be addressed.]
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She doesn't need a verbal either, taking that cue as her legs stretch, and oh, how delightful is that as the angle subtly changes, sinking him deeper in to her. Her thighs tighten, squeeze, head rolling back for a moment to simply savour the pleasure that trickles along her spine and makes her toes curl.
Yet when his fingers find her, her head snaps back, and tighter does her grip turn, and harder do her walls clench around him.]
Alucard...
[It's almost a protest, but her hands are shifting through his hair again and her mouth is claiming his with hard wanting kisses. It's harder that her hips roll, legs squeezing in conjunction with each downward movement, and she may very well need to brush his hair for him later with how her fingers work and tug and tease. It's lips and tongue and teeth, moans whimpered in praise and pleasure as her back arches, pressing her torso harder against his.]
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[There's a follow up, or something of the sort that tries to come out, but that attempt and everything that follows after is muted by Sypha's kisses. Alucard can hardly protest that, and he responds in kind with an uncontrolled wildness that sees fang threaten to catch tongue a few times. Nothing ever comes of it though, and every moment Alucard breaks apart for air, his breath is heavier and heavier.
With Sypha wrapped so firmly around him, their chests flush against each other, that same heavy breath is obvious elsewhere too. At some point, he breaks for air again, but his mouth does not return to hers. Instead, there is a serious of furious kisses down the column of Sypha's neck, moving far too fast for the sensation to be appreciated one-by-one. Alucard doesn't stop until he has reached the swell of her breasts (the angle is a little awkward for him, but who cares), and there the kisses remain. They're hot and heady and lingering, each new kiss being punctuated by a thrust of his hips, each heavy breath pressed against Sypha's skin.]
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Harder.
[It's the answer when their lips do part, looking quite thoroughly handled with parted lips and blown pupils. Yet it's that pliant mewl that purrs out as he sets out exploring, and gasps and moans leave with no care who hears, even if it's hardly a public place. Her fingers are on his scalp again, blunt nails scratching as he showers her with kisses. Her breasts do rise and fall, both from those quickening breaths and the fervor in which her body now responds, bouncing ever so as he meets her each time, to sink himself to the hilt.]
I'm not- [It's laboured now, cheeks flushed as her eyes close yet again, tangling her fingers through his locks. She hadn't been lying in her quest for harder, as she's being nudged towards that edge, but she's greedy and wants more, wants to fall over and drag him with her. His exhales bring goosebumps to her flesh, and she squeezes tightly each time his length enters, small noises that may well be please hummed.]
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As Sypha's fingers scratch into his hair, there are heavier, headier breaths that escape. This is too much. All of it is too much in the best, happiest, most overwhelming, wonderful way. With that there is a warmth starting to build in the pit of his stomach, the kind that only comes with arousal and completion of the act.
They're both terribly close, aren't they?
Alucard picks his head up from the madness of kisses, face angled up and looking at Sypha with all the happiness of now reflected in his eyes. He's close. He's close and she'll probably want to see that finish, so let her.]
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She meets him, matching the pace that he sets, chasing after that release that draws ever closer. It's heavily hooded eyes that keep hold of Alucard's, as he isn't wrong. She dearly loves to watch those emotions roll across his face, the vulnerability that he is willing to share in it. And as much as she wants her own release, she isn't entirely greedy and oh, how she does love to watch his hit him.
Her forehead rests against his, those low moans and soft pants a song from her, proof of her own pleasures. And yet she pushes, driving him on, pushes him as she squeezes with intent with her walls around him each time he buries deep, legs adding to that as she adds that small grinding circular motion. Her lips ghost over his, light as an angel's wings as pushes. Harder, deeper, faster.]
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The short, quick breaths become sudden shudders, the moan of absolute pleasure and release drawing up from somewhere in his stomach and steadily blossoming outwards all at once. Alucard arches forward, aware he's already pressed as close as he can be against Sypha yet still trying, the warmth and stickiness of sweat serving only to bind them closer together.
It crescendos into one loud shout, Alucard trying his absolute best to say something intelligent as he does. Unsurprisingly, the dhampir fails, and all that he manages in addition to being incredibly noisy is a look of absolute bliss over his face, eyes half-open yet clearly focused on Sypha, smile tugging at his lips, fangs just barely visible.]
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The shout earns a quiver that ripples through her body, that has her toes curling and her grip tightening. He is lovely in that moment of surrender, pure pleasure painted across his features as she continues to rock her own hips, waiting, waiting, until that last possible moment.
It's harder, that shudder that arches through her, that has her breaking contact and burrowing her face against his neck. Those soft pants and whimpers are lost against his skin as her walls clamp around him and her legs tense. Hot breaths are gasped against his skin, that sharp circular motion of her hips, as if to squeeze him for everything he may give.
And yet no matter how hard she may try to make time stop, to remain in that moment of lightning and fire kissing her skin and sparking her senses, that rise has crested, has fallen, that sated lull seeking to wrap her in its embrace. Her face turns, hands cupping his cheeks again, to place a tender kiss against his lips, mindful of those fangs, as she hums her happiness.]
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It's adrenaline that powers him, along with the heat of Sypha's noises and her breath against his skin. All of this, all of it is perfect, and the only crime involved is that he cannot see her face as she finishes.
Oh, but the look on her face after makes up for it. It's beautiful, practically ringed by a halo of light. He sighs in turn, a soft laugh following the kiss.]
Sypha.
[He utters her name with all the adoration in the world, happiness beaming up.]
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[It's acknowledgment of her name, although she doesn't quite have her voice back yet. That's fine, as this is fine. It's perfectly wonderful as her hands slip back down to rest over his shoulders, lazily stroking along his broad back.
Her smile is one of sheer pleasure, glad to have driven that sadness away for a time. Step by step, day by day, they'll fill the void, until it no longer exists as it has. He's as worthy and deserving of love as all of them, and Sypha will continue to remind and show him that until her dying day.]
Perhaps the gummy army should invade more often.
[That low murmur with a glimmer in her eyes.]
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He settles there, and one one hand moves up to stroke through her hair. It's a little worse for wear (his must be a downright mess), so that's the excuse Alucard uses to start untangling in earnest. The other hand is slung low around her hips, just holding Sypha close. Just enjoying her proximity. Just....being.]
Perhaps they should remember that vengeance will come.
[The gleam in Sypha's eye is met by something similar in Alucard's. A promise that this is a new back-and-forth, one driven by whimsy and love, manifesting in new ways.
There's a happy sigh that follows. No sadness. Just happy exhaustion, wrapped up in absolute adoration for the Speaker in his arms.]
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[Her hands move over his shoulders as he leans back, to settle on his chest, palm down. Her face turns towards his hand, pressing gently against it. She basks in the feeling, that after glow and his embrace.
She doesn't fail to note his expression, and it does send a little thrill down her spine. She may well have opened a box that the lid was better left on, but that is Sypha. She would lift the lid and investigate.]
Is that a promise?
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[He says it softly, words wrapped up in an impossibly warm laugh. It goes far too well with the moment, and in that same moment, there's only one action a vampire can take: he tilts his head just a little, leans in, and presses a soft kiss against Sypha's lips.
It is one of those kisses that doesn't linger long, and it would be almost chaste if it didn't come hot on the heels of the last few minutes.
Likewise for the moment, there's only one good follow up. Alucard breathes out, stupefied with happiness.]
I love you. The both of you.