[The fingers that work deftly at his belt buckle are a surprise. He doesn't try to shake them off, though, even if they make it difficult to fully concentrate on the task (literally) at hand. He cants his hips to accommodate the journey of Alucard's hand instead, biting down on the tip of his tongue when Alucard curls those long, practised fingers around his cock. Which he'll find is already half-hard despite an absence of contact.]

Trying to get me to stop talking, Alucard?

[He's not actually sure. But he laughs all the same, which ends abruptly as Alucard presses a kiss to his mouth. He's quick to press back, a ragged groan slipping past his lips and into Alucard's; no teeth this time, since it's something soft and languid. Just a wanting, mutual press until Alucard draws back, at which point Anderson realises he'd closed his eyes and peels them back open.

He likes what Alucard says far too much. But-]

If you're going to say that, it should be followed by 'and I'm yours'. [He draws his hand up Alucard's cock, thumb sliding over Alucard's frenulum, and leans their foreheads together.] I want to hear it. I can say please, if need be, since I realise that might be a lot to ask of you right now.

[After everything that happened recently. He's still cautious not to overstep his boundaries.]