[ and so it continues. he knows anderson won't ask him to stop after he's offered this, but he's not so cruel (anymore) as to take advantage of that to an excess. still, it's satisfying: the sounds anderson eventually makes drag a shudder out of him between strikes, one he's glad the other man can't see.
he licks his lips when the blood trails and he should feel guilty for that but he doesn't; he just feels hungry, ravenous, wanting--but he refrains, and remembers, and eventually, eventually, he slows to a stop. he doesn't switch back to the leather, simply moves closer and gently, carefully, sets both floggers on the surface of the desk.
there's a brief moment of silence, of distance, before alucard's hand alights on anderson's shoulder, wanting to touch him but also carefully avoid the blood that's denied him--his lips brush the nape of his neck, just the once, but it's enough. ]
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he licks his lips when the blood trails and he should feel guilty for that but he doesn't; he just feels hungry, ravenous, wanting--but he refrains, and remembers, and eventually, eventually, he slows to a stop. he doesn't switch back to the leather, simply moves closer and gently, carefully, sets both floggers on the surface of the desk.
there's a brief moment of silence, of distance, before alucard's hand alights on anderson's shoulder, wanting to touch him but also carefully avoid the blood that's denied him--his lips brush the nape of his neck, just the once, but it's enough. ]