[Those are some very effective distractions. Anderson's pliable beneath them, loosening even further, muscles visibly unwinding and eyes lidding. It renders him nice and soft for when Alucard brings their mouths together. His hand absently curls further into Alucard's hair while he presses back with a similar vigour; less hard, but no less hungry.

Why does it have to be you is still a lingering sentiment, but it's not as strong a sentiment as it once was, and there's an accompanying one of I want it to be you. A rather complicated co-existence, but that's their relationship on the whole.

He licks Alucard's lips as he withdraws, taking a much needed breath as Alucard speaks. And my, that's- quite the confession, yet not unexpected at all.]

So you've been wanting to commit desecration of a priest since the day we met. [He snorts, biting Alucard's bottom lip briefly, as though to chasten him.] You're a dreadful man.

[Evidently that's not of great concern to Anderson, since his other hand joins the one at Alucard's navel and pops the button of his trousers so he can reach beneath. He inhales sharply at the touch of skin. It's not quite what he was anticipating.]

And still no underwear. Dreadful.

[Not sincere in the least, judging by the downward trajectory of his fingers.]