[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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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.]