[There's a ravenous from both of them, in regard to touch. Anderson't pickier about it, high-maintenance; Alucard's the opposite, but it remains a quality that helps even out their numerous incongruities.
He encourages Alucard's hand further up when it coils around him, drawing it over his abdominal muscles and across the slope of his pectorals, close enough to his mouth so he can brush his lips over the pads of Alucard's fingers. He applies a light bite to them- and a much harder one when Alucard mouths over the nape of his neck, teeth scraping. It's not meant as a deterrent; it's simply in response to a shock of arousal, and he soothes his tongue over the bite marks after as way of reassuring him he didn't do anything Anderson didn't want. Quite the opposite, as evidenced by the swelling of his cock.
His free hand reaches behind and coils into whatever he can grab hold of, whatever clothes he can twist about his fingers, and he uses that grip to draw Alucard that little bit closer, close any remaining space between them. It would be nice if he could feel Alucard's skin, but he's not going to complain; he's enjoying the slide of his tongue and graze of his teeth well enough. He's dazed and shivering under just that.
The only sound between them is that produced by their contact between their bodies and Anderson's heavy breaths. Which are pleasant sounds, but Anderson decides to interrupt with a murmur:]
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He encourages Alucard's hand further up when it coils around him, drawing it over his abdominal muscles and across the slope of his pectorals, close enough to his mouth so he can brush his lips over the pads of Alucard's fingers. He applies a light bite to them- and a much harder one when Alucard mouths over the nape of his neck, teeth scraping. It's not meant as a deterrent; it's simply in response to a shock of arousal, and he soothes his tongue over the bite marks after as way of reassuring him he didn't do anything Anderson didn't want. Quite the opposite, as evidenced by the swelling of his cock.
His free hand reaches behind and coils into whatever he can grab hold of, whatever clothes he can twist about his fingers, and he uses that grip to draw Alucard that little bit closer, close any remaining space between them. It would be nice if he could feel Alucard's skin, but he's not going to complain; he's enjoying the slide of his tongue and graze of his teeth well enough. He's dazed and shivering under just that.
The only sound between them is that produced by their contact between their bodies and Anderson's heavy breaths. Which are pleasant sounds, but Anderson decides to interrupt with a murmur:]
'Spose this means my reparations were successful.