[The constriction of fingers around both wrists was on the boundary of painful now. It might be that he would have to resort to magic again, though he didn't want to, given the reaction it earned last time. And then came the growl. Surprising enough someone could make such a sound; he felt the rumbling of it in Alucard's chest where they stood closer together. He could feel it pressed into the crook of his arm where Alucard licked at him. Dorian couldn't be certain what his goading might do - perhaps he'd find vampire teeth in his neck, a fight for his life in the drain of blood.
The kiss was unexpected.
Bracketed by gentle hands, it was a kiss of feral hunger more than elegance or experience, carrying with it a coppery undertone he could taste on his own lips. The momentum of Alucard reaching for him and the loss of that hold on both wrists sent Dorian swaying backward, so that his back landed against the wall without unlatching the kiss.
Better than another bite, or so his mind reasoned through a dizzy spell of extreme, acute, confusing arousal.
Dorian lifted first one hand and wove it into golden hair, fingers dragging across his scalp, sweeping the heavy curtain of it over one of Alucard's shoulders and then cradling the back of his head. The other extended to touch the top of Alucard's chest. He laid his palm on the rise of a pectoral and felt the defined line of muscle beneath fabric of clothing. It didn't push away. Rather, it held, balling into a fist.
With effort he turned the kiss more orderly, pressing against that mouth to manage a firm seal, tip of his tongue coaxing lips to spread open to surrender that hot interior. More dangerous was the sharp threat of teeth just behind; Dorian's venturing licks were careful, then, so as not to accidentally nick himself.]
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The kiss was unexpected.
Bracketed by gentle hands, it was a kiss of feral hunger more than elegance or experience, carrying with it a coppery undertone he could taste on his own lips. The momentum of Alucard reaching for him and the loss of that hold on both wrists sent Dorian swaying backward, so that his back landed against the wall without unlatching the kiss.
Better than another bite, or so his mind reasoned through a dizzy spell of extreme, acute, confusing arousal.
Dorian lifted first one hand and wove it into golden hair, fingers dragging across his scalp, sweeping the heavy curtain of it over one of Alucard's shoulders and then cradling the back of his head. The other extended to touch the top of Alucard's chest. He laid his palm on the rise of a pectoral and felt the defined line of muscle beneath fabric of clothing. It didn't push away. Rather, it held, balling into a fist.
With effort he turned the kiss more orderly, pressing against that mouth to manage a firm seal, tip of his tongue coaxing lips to spread open to surrender that hot interior. More dangerous was the sharp threat of teeth just behind; Dorian's venturing licks were careful, then, so as not to accidentally nick himself.]