[The fact he commonly prays before and during being intimate with people conveys that rather well without getting into specifics.
He closes his teeth over a little, guttural sound at the stroke, grip on Alucard tightening briefly before easing off. There's a haze enveloping his mind, but Alucard's words penetrate it with ease. It's not exactly the answer he was expecting- it's better.]
I wanted to hear it, all the same. I'm sure you like it when I say it to you- that you have me.
[But they don't have each other entirely, yet, he feels. Not with those seals in the way, demanding Alucard's devotion, overwriting Alucard's own wants with those of the Hellsing bloodline, of men long dead, and eventually of the government- if they don't manage to do something about it.
He kisses Alucard idly, languidly and sets into a steady stroke before he speaks again.]
Rid yourself of those seals, Alucard; free yourself, and we can have a proper battle. And you can have me properly.
[Quite a way to spend ones first day of freedom, should Alucard ever manage to acquire it.]
[ he makes a vague face, at that. alucard gets it. alucard thinks it's kind of funny. if he's out there getting intimate with normal-ass people they're not going to get it, or think it's funny. still, it's a part of him, and alucard thinks it's charming, and that's all that matters to him.
the tightening of anderson's grip makes him shudder slightly and he lets out a low sound, listening to what he has to say--and letting his lips curve up into a smile again. ]
I don't think people know what to make of us.
[ do they hate each other? respect each other? love each other? are they an old married couple or a pair of nemesises? it's hard to tell, with how they act. alucard doesn't think even he knows how he feels, truthfully.
the kiss is nice: he returns it readily, hips canting toward him somewhat with another muffled sound, and at the declaration he lets out a reedy breath, ragged, and he grips at anderson's shoulder with his free hand to nose into his neck, nipping at the skin. ]
Yes.
[ it's hoarse, low, and he continues after a moment-- ]
There's a woman helping me, a witch. I don't know her name. All she wants in return is a favor, and a favor from Dracula is--nothing. Nothing at all, and at my own discretion.
[ something he hasn't been able to claim in over a century. at his own discretion. ]
Nor do we, entirely, so we can't expect much of them.
[A description for their dynamic doesn't immediately come to mind, beyond 'complicated'. He couldn't say what exactly he feels for Alucard either, but this is all new territory for him, so that's to be expected. Want is obviously a component though, and quite a prominent one.
All the little things Alucard does draws sound: low guttural ones, hums, sighs, and Anderson doesn't seem to be making any effort to quiet himself at the moment.]
Mmm, a witch? Seems a little foolish to be making deals with witches you don't even know the name of.
[But he speaks in the manner of one accustomed to this sort of decision making.
Falling momentarily silent, he glances down between them, biting his lip as he strokes slowly at Alucard's arousal. That's- quite a sight, his fingers coiled around another man's cock- on Alucard's, and he can't pretend he doesn't like it, since Alucard will be able to feel his appreciation.]
Sometimes I think someone else is going to figure it out before we do. We could probably use the help.
[ they're both absolutely hopeless, really. but 'complicated' works, as does want being an obvious component--want for fight, want for want's sake. alucard is still unused to having his actual wants addressed, but it's--nice, to have that happen now.
the sounds anderson makes are nice too, and he nips again, a little harder, emboldened, but it's clear he's still metering himself so as to not break skin. cautious, even now. ]
Do you think I couldn't beat a witch at full power?
[ he's dracula, babey. but as the silence falls between them his eyes lid and he huffs out a sound, a pleasant one, an encouraging one, and he squeezes at the base of anderson's cock before beginning to mirror the pace he's setting with his hand, pointedly. his head tips forward a bit so that he can watch between them too and he swallows, and--honestly, he can't help that it arouses him more, that he tips closer and drags his lips along the line of his jaw. ]
Keep going.
[ it's not an admonishment in the least: an idle thing, not so much praise as encouragement, solid evidence that he likes what anderson is doing. ]
[They really could- they're just stumbling along, at the moment, guided by instinct and the aforementioned want. But it's working, clearly, so they're in no dire need of answers at current.
He snorts at the comment.]
Not with the right magic.
[Arrogance got him sealed in the first place. It pays to be cautious, particularly around witches; they aren't beings associated with candidacy for good reason.
But he's swiftly distracted by the huff, the encouragement, the grip, the drag of Alucard's lips- it's all a little dizzying, and he closes his eyes, taking a few unsteady breaths before continuing as instructed. He still watches them, still curiously touches his fingers here and there - over veins and the frenulum and slit - to see what is appreciated and what isn't. His free arm coils over Alucard's shoulder, hand idling in his hair.]
Mm, well, I have no intention of drawing her ire in the first place.
[ still, hubris is one of his weak points, and he still doesn't think he'd have a problem. but that's a conversation for another time, when he's not pressed close, when anderson's hand isn't working over his cock, when he's not distracted.
he continues his attentions even when anderson has to pause, slow and idle with his mouth and hand both. he runs his thumb along the ridge of anderson's cock, remembering from before, and as the priest explores how to touch him he's perfectly receptive, breathing out a moan against his skin and tipping his head toward the hand in his hair. it's not even that he's easy to please, more that he's incredibly in-tune with what he wants right now, and it's 'anything that anderson is going to give him.'
slow exploration is so aching that it's practically overwhelming. ]
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[The fact he commonly prays before and during being intimate with people conveys that rather well without getting into specifics.
He closes his teeth over a little, guttural sound at the stroke, grip on Alucard tightening briefly before easing off. There's a haze enveloping his mind, but Alucard's words penetrate it with ease. It's not exactly the answer he was expecting- it's better.]
I wanted to hear it, all the same. I'm sure you like it when I say it to you- that you have me.
[But they don't have each other entirely, yet, he feels. Not with those seals in the way, demanding Alucard's devotion, overwriting Alucard's own wants with those of the Hellsing bloodline, of men long dead, and eventually of the government- if they don't manage to do something about it.
He kisses Alucard idly, languidly and sets into a steady stroke before he speaks again.]
Rid yourself of those seals, Alucard; free yourself, and we can have a proper battle. And you can have me properly.
[Quite a way to spend ones first day of freedom, should Alucard ever manage to acquire it.]
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the tightening of anderson's grip makes him shudder slightly and he lets out a low sound, listening to what he has to say--and letting his lips curve up into a smile again. ]
I don't think people know what to make of us.
[ do they hate each other? respect each other? love each other? are they an old married couple or a pair of nemesises? it's hard to tell, with how they act. alucard doesn't think even he knows how he feels, truthfully.
the kiss is nice: he returns it readily, hips canting toward him somewhat with another muffled sound, and at the declaration he lets out a reedy breath, ragged, and he grips at anderson's shoulder with his free hand to nose into his neck, nipping at the skin. ]
Yes.
[ it's hoarse, low, and he continues after a moment-- ]
There's a woman helping me, a witch. I don't know her name. All she wants in return is a favor, and a favor from Dracula is--nothing. Nothing at all, and at my own discretion.
[ something he hasn't been able to claim in over a century. at his own discretion. ]
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[A description for their dynamic doesn't immediately come to mind, beyond 'complicated'. He couldn't say what exactly he feels for Alucard either, but this is all new territory for him, so that's to be expected. Want is obviously a component though, and quite a prominent one.
All the little things Alucard does draws sound: low guttural ones, hums, sighs, and Anderson doesn't seem to be making any effort to quiet himself at the moment.]
Mmm, a witch? Seems a little foolish to be making deals with witches you don't even know the name of.
[But he speaks in the manner of one accustomed to this sort of decision making.
Falling momentarily silent, he glances down between them, biting his lip as he strokes slowly at Alucard's arousal. That's- quite a sight, his fingers coiled around another man's cock- on Alucard's, and he can't pretend he doesn't like it, since Alucard will be able to feel his appreciation.]
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[ they're both absolutely hopeless, really. but 'complicated' works, as does want being an obvious component--want for fight, want for want's sake. alucard is still unused to having his actual wants addressed, but it's--nice, to have that happen now.
the sounds anderson makes are nice too, and he nips again, a little harder, emboldened, but it's clear he's still metering himself so as to not break skin. cautious, even now. ]
Do you think I couldn't beat a witch at full power?
[ he's dracula, babey. but as the silence falls between them his eyes lid and he huffs out a sound, a pleasant one, an encouraging one, and he squeezes at the base of anderson's cock before beginning to mirror the pace he's setting with his hand, pointedly. his head tips forward a bit so that he can watch between them too and he swallows, and--honestly, he can't help that it arouses him more, that he tips closer and drags his lips along the line of his jaw. ]
Keep going.
[ it's not an admonishment in the least: an idle thing, not so much praise as encouragement, solid evidence that he likes what anderson is doing. ]
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He snorts at the comment.]
Not with the right magic.
[Arrogance got him sealed in the first place. It pays to be cautious, particularly around witches; they aren't beings associated with candidacy for good reason.
But he's swiftly distracted by the huff, the encouragement, the grip, the drag of Alucard's lips- it's all a little dizzying, and he closes his eyes, taking a few unsteady breaths before continuing as instructed. He still watches them, still curiously touches his fingers here and there - over veins and the frenulum and slit - to see what is appreciated and what isn't. His free arm coils over Alucard's shoulder, hand idling in his hair.]
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[ still, hubris is one of his weak points, and he still doesn't think he'd have a problem. but that's a conversation for another time, when he's not pressed close, when anderson's hand isn't working over his cock, when he's not distracted.
he continues his attentions even when anderson has to pause, slow and idle with his mouth and hand both. he runs his thumb along the ridge of anderson's cock, remembering from before, and as the priest explores how to touch him he's perfectly receptive, breathing out a moan against his skin and tipping his head toward the hand in his hair. it's not even that he's easy to please, more that he's incredibly in-tune with what he wants right now, and it's 'anything that anderson is going to give him.'
slow exploration is so aching that it's practically overwhelming. ]