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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[ 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. ]