[ Dorian’s weight was trivial to carry but comforting to hold. He felt a pleasant heat grow in the pit of his belly at the warmth and pressure of his legs around his middle. He would have smiled if his mouth had been free to do so, but for now kisses seemed more important. Poison or no this felt good, or dare he think it; right.
Inexperience in this field made his movements obvious, like the way his head tilted into the touch of Dorian’s fingers in his hair. Like a cat scenting a loved one (or table leg). He had wanted to be subtle, maybe even swarve, but an attention-starved youth made him long for touch. So much of him had expected rejection, repulsion and anger, to find a reciprocation of his advances only proved to encourage him.
Even under the influence he heeded Dorian, to heed his voice his lips stopped at half-closed, doe-eyes looked up at him as he spoke.
Darling, well, that was new and rather pleasant.
But as he continued to listen he found himself awestruck. Was Dorian giving him permission to feed from him. A confusing mix of delight, excitement and trepidation collided in him. After what he had done he expected ground rules like ‘bite me again and I’ll burn you’, not ‘take it ease, I don’t want to be the cause of any raised eyebrows’.
More kindness, more open-mindedness. This was obviously going to be a very dangerous union for Alucard. ]
You… would offer more of yourself, even after what I’ve taken.
[ He found himself absentmindedly stroking his thumbs affectionately on the back of Dorian’s thighs.
At the second, graceful combing of his hair Alucard turned to momentarily rest his cheek against Dorian’s palm, then kiss it (probably not the wisest of moves considering how close this put his mouth to his wrist). Perhaps it was a needy movement. But the sympathetic, closed-eyed expression that partnered this gesture bordered on the divine. Like a vivid oil painting of an old master, luminous and manifest, basking with a quiet joy.
Of course that final question pulled him from the moment of stillness. He blinked, as if trying to recall a distant memory, hints of confusion playing on his brow and in his eyes. ]
I have not been with anyone. Why, does that matter?
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Inexperience in this field made his movements obvious, like the way his head tilted into the touch of Dorian’s fingers in his hair. Like a cat scenting a loved one (or table leg). He had wanted to be subtle, maybe even swarve, but an attention-starved youth made him long for touch. So much of him had expected rejection, repulsion and anger, to find a reciprocation of his advances only proved to encourage him.
Even under the influence he heeded Dorian, to heed his voice his lips stopped at half-closed, doe-eyes looked up at him as he spoke.
Darling, well, that was new
and rather pleasant.But as he continued to listen he found himself awestruck. Was Dorian giving him permission to feed from him. A confusing mix of delight, excitement and trepidation collided in him. After what he had done he expected ground rules like ‘bite me again and I’ll burn you’, not ‘take it ease, I don’t want to be the cause of any raised eyebrows’.
More kindness, more open-mindedness. This was obviously going to be a very dangerous union for Alucard. ]
You… would offer more of yourself, even after what I’ve taken.
[ He found himself absentmindedly stroking his thumbs affectionately on the back of Dorian’s thighs.
At the second, graceful combing of his hair Alucard turned to momentarily rest his cheek against Dorian’s palm, then kiss it (probably not the wisest of moves considering how close this put his mouth to his wrist). Perhaps it was a needy movement. But the sympathetic, closed-eyed expression that partnered this gesture bordered on the divine. Like a vivid oil painting of an old master, luminous and manifest, basking with a quiet joy.
Of course that final question pulled him from the moment of stillness. He blinked, as if trying to recall a distant memory, hints of confusion playing on his brow and in his eyes. ]
I have not been with anyone. Why, does that matter?
[ Yes, it was a genuine question. ]