[A pleased little sound leaves him at the application of nails at his nape. He's amenable to that kind of touch in general, but that must be a erogenous zone, since he consistently enjoys it.
Alucard's reciprocation prompts him to move closer and wedge his knee against Alucard's leg, dropping his free hand away from Alucard's chin so he can hold both thighs. While they indulge in a kiss of greater fervour, his fingers twist into flesh and periodically ghost over the front of Alucard's trousers. It's a little more bold than he would usually be, this early on, but it isn't without purpose.
He doesn't show any recognition of having interrupted Alucard at all.]
[ honestly, he doesn't care that he was interrupted, at this point. the sound anderson makes is nice, as it always is, so he tips his nails down a little harder, cognizant that he likes the attention, so--who is he to deny it.
he smiles into the kiss, pleased by it, blunt teeth barely catching at the priest's lower lip as he urges closer. he is a bit surprised by the sudden insistence, though far be it from him to complain.
he shifts even more toward him, facing him properly, and lets his free hand come to rest at the side of anderson's neck, not so much meaningful as just tactile. he does eventually pull from the kiss with a soft sound of his own, lips grazing the line of the other man's jaw to indicate just how much that wasn't a suggestion that he wanted to stop. ]
[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.]
[ he enjoys and relishes every touch, leaning into him with a sound that's almost a whine--in any case it's wanting, and he stretches out his neck easily for each bit of skin that anderson wants to press his mouth to.
he's happier when his mouth returns though, kissing him--though pausing long enough for him to speak, and lofting an eyebrow slightly. he doesn't respond at first, just resting against him with his eyes closed, content in the moment, and when he speaks it's in a low drawl, borderline fond. ]
Yes, Anderson?
[ certainly more personal than calling him 'father' or 'priest,' since anderson's been kind enough to use his name instead of vampire. ]
[He presses another kiss to Alucard's mouth after Alucard responds, closing his teeth briefly over his bottom lip hard enough to elicit a gentle pain, but not hard enough to break skin. There's a few seconds pause before Anderson speaks again.]
You're still an incorrigible fool for turning Madam Lutece.
[And then he simply stands off of Alucard and straightens his cassock, striding out of the room with neither another word, nor a glance back over his shoulder.]
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Alucard's reciprocation prompts him to move closer and wedge his knee against Alucard's leg, dropping his free hand away from Alucard's chin so he can hold both thighs. While they indulge in a kiss of greater fervour, his fingers twist into flesh and periodically ghost over the front of Alucard's trousers. It's a little more bold than he would usually be, this early on, but it isn't without purpose.
He doesn't show any recognition of having interrupted Alucard at all.]
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he smiles into the kiss, pleased by it, blunt teeth barely catching at the priest's lower lip as he urges closer. he is a bit surprised by the sudden insistence, though far be it from him to complain.
he shifts even more toward him, facing him properly, and lets his free hand come to rest at the side of anderson's neck, not so much meaningful as just tactile. he does eventually pull from the kiss with a soft sound of his own, lips grazing the line of the other man's jaw to indicate just how much that wasn't a suggestion that he wanted to stop. ]
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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.]
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he's happier when his mouth returns though, kissing him--though pausing long enough for him to speak, and lofting an eyebrow slightly. he doesn't respond at first, just resting against him with his eyes closed, content in the moment, and when he speaks it's in a low drawl, borderline fond. ]
Yes, Anderson?
[ certainly more personal than calling him 'father' or 'priest,' since anderson's been kind enough to use his name instead of vampire. ]
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You're still an incorrigible fool for turning Madam Lutece.
[And then he simply stands off of Alucard and straightens his cassock, striding out of the room with neither another word, nor a glance back over his shoulder.]