[The worst of fools, these two. Enemies destined for the battlefield, for death, for hell- and yet here they are, indulging in the others company, exchanging intimacy. You don't get much more foolish than this.
His breaths go stuttering out when Alucard's lips slide over the spill of his blood, and the introduction of Alucard's cool, slick tongue elicits an even strong reaction, prompts him to shiver and hunch over, the muscles shifting in his back. The welts are long gone now, but there's still a lingering heat, a whisper of what was once there. His body remembers even if his flesh appears unmarred.
He can feel his blood burning and bubbling in Alucard's mouth. There would probably be steam rising up from heat-reddened skin if he turned to look. But Alucard's little groans and shudder clearly indicates that he's enjoying this feature of his blood. He's not surprised; it's exactly what he expected. Alucard's ever the masochist.
The fact this isn't a normal position for them to take doesn't escape Andeson's notice. When they're intimate, he's always facing Alucard, always able to touch as he pleases and kiss where he wants and take control, but he can't do that, right now, and there's a certain vulnerability to it. A vulnerability he doesn't mind, because he knows Alucard won't abuse it.
The hand he has curled over Alucard's guides it further around, over his hip and toward his abdomen. An encouragement for further contact, since that's what he can manage.]
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His breaths go stuttering out when Alucard's lips slide over the spill of his blood, and the introduction of Alucard's cool, slick tongue elicits an even strong reaction, prompts him to shiver and hunch over, the muscles shifting in his back. The welts are long gone now, but there's still a lingering heat, a whisper of what was once there. His body remembers even if his flesh appears unmarred.
He can feel his blood burning and bubbling in Alucard's mouth. There would probably be steam rising up from heat-reddened skin if he turned to look. But Alucard's little groans and shudder clearly indicates that he's enjoying this feature of his blood. He's not surprised; it's exactly what he expected. Alucard's ever the masochist.
The fact this isn't a normal position for them to take doesn't escape Andeson's notice. When they're intimate, he's always facing Alucard, always able to touch as he pleases and kiss where he wants and take control, but he can't do that, right now, and there's a certain vulnerability to it. A vulnerability he doesn't mind, because he knows Alucard won't abuse it.
The hand he has curled over Alucard's guides it further around, over his hip and toward his abdomen. An encouragement for further contact, since that's what he can manage.]