[By the end of the kiss, the presence of Anderson's hands has become harder, more insistent. His fingers curl and bite into muscle at the insides of Alucard's thighs, while his palms knead into flesh. He lightly grazes his lips over Alucard's chin and jaw before dropping to the pale expanse of Alucard's throat, teeth scraping over his adams apple.
When he speaks, however, he makes sure to say the words into Alucard's mouth.]
Alucard.
[Or word, rather.
He brings their foreheads together, smiling pleasantly, his eyes partially lidded and face flushed. And he waits patiently for Alucard to respond.]
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When he speaks, however, he makes sure to say the words into Alucard's mouth.]
Alucard.
[Or word, rather.
He brings their foreheads together, smiling pleasantly, his eyes partially lidded and face flushed. And he waits patiently for Alucard to respond.]