[All of that kissing prompts nothing but a harder grind. Alucard's never made a secret of his neck as the spot that truly gets him going, and that is on full and glorious display in the moment. It isn't just his hips either. Soft, delighted noises spill forth from his mouth, coupled with a tighter grip around the Belmont.
But oh.
They should probably address the trouser situation.]
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But oh.
They should probably address the trouser situation.]
--It's your room. Do you?