[ probably for the best, though he's not going to judge the washing machine thing. alucard just sleeps like the dead, literally, when he drops: he can still hear every damn thing, and it's annoying, but he does what he has to in order to sleep. when he rarely needs it.
he smiles, wry, at the comment-- ]
I've thought of plenty of things, but I'm saving those for later.
[ he's starting to feel really overdressed, honestly, and his hands press to anderson's abdomen, fingertips pressing down, as he just barely runs his teeth over the beat of his pulse, pricking but not catching or biting. careful, for lack of a better term.
even that slow stroke, the idle swipe of his thumb, drags a low sound from him, a rumble of pleasure he lets out against his skin, half-muffled but still audible. while it's true he wouldn't mind pain, he's growing to like the gentle moments as well. the ones like this, easy and exploring. with someone else he might make a chiding remark about not being breakable, but this is--nice, in its own way. ]
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he smiles, wry, at the comment-- ]
I've thought of plenty of things, but I'm saving those for later.
[ he's starting to feel really overdressed, honestly, and his hands press to anderson's abdomen, fingertips pressing down, as he just barely runs his teeth over the beat of his pulse, pricking but not catching or biting. careful, for lack of a better term.
even that slow stroke, the idle swipe of his thumb, drags a low sound from him, a rumble of pleasure he lets out against his skin, half-muffled but still audible. while it's true he wouldn't mind pain, he's growing to like the gentle moments as well. the ones like this, easy and exploring. with someone else he might make a chiding remark about not being breakable, but this is--nice, in its own way. ]