saintguillotine: (Do not let your anger lead you into sin)
Alexander Anderson ([personal profile] saintguillotine) wrote in [personal profile] goneforawalk 2019-06-13 12:54 am (UTC)

[His head droops when the strikes cease coming, his chin landing on his clavicle and the sweat beading at his hairline sliding down to his jaw. He takes several deep, needy breaths now that he doesn't have the shock of the blows to disrupt him. How many Hail Mary's was that? He can't remember. What he uttered was undoubtedly more than sufficient for penance, though.

He listens absently as Alucard approaches, his eyes drifting to the floggers as they're placed on the table. They're a little red, shiny. Going to need a thorough clean before Anderson puts them back in his cassock.

His thoughts are jarred from sanitary procedures when Alucard touches him. The chill soothes his heated skin and he makes a faint, appreciative sound and slants into his grip, his lips. Maybe he shouldn't press for more, but he feels a little threadbare and dazed after penance, particularly one of this intensity. He wants the proximity and the contact. He wants to feel more than just Alucard's lips.

When he speaks, the words are low and hoarse.]


You don't have to stop there. You can have- [A pause, and he finishes:] Me.

[The wording feels appropriate after he tried to take Alucard for himself, against his will.]

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