[He was immortal? Not for the first time Dorian questioned what he had invited into his bed. The deliberate, exacting care which the vampire exercised was so thorough, a tall pillar seated upright between the spread of his legs, it seemed several moments had gone by in quiet stillness before there was any movement at all. The thread of this terrifying new lust was frayed too short, but he couldn't demand Alucard touch him. He had his own stubborn pride.
It said something about him, how he looked upon Alucard with a shade of attraction so powerful for a moment he couldn't breathe, and knew the strength of those hands and teeth could tear him apart in an instant if he let them.
The threat was one he heard, of course, dark eyes narrowed. It summoned enough resolve not to demand the vampire hurry up in whatever it was he intended to do, as at this point he couldn't be sure if he was to be devoured through his blood or his body. Perhaps both indiscriminately.
Alucard tore the shirt like a flimsy piece of parchment paper. It wasn't sudden, those fingers hooked in the collar as he methodically ripped straight through to the bottom, yet it was unexpected - Dorian swallowed a low sound and shuddered. The tattooed stripe ended at the top of his sternum. He was muscular beneath the clothing, thick and toned and healthy in a way many mages were not. The air felt cooler on bare dusky skin, and the room did not have much light; what little came through the windows seemed to gather in Alucard's hair, in his eyes, across the glint of sharp fangs.
Fangs which hovered over the rise of his chest, brief kisses searing heat that lingered at his throat.]
Now you seek my permission?
[It lacked bite, words made almost entirely of breath. His body felt too hot, stomach twisting, at once shying away from the promise of hurt and also yearning for it, this twisted spell of pain-and-pleasure found in the intimate seal of a mouth. But he'd told Alucard what he would allow. It was such a vulnerable position to be in, and one he'd never experienced. Had he made the right decision? The insistent, desperate aching of his cock seemed to think so. He hadn't even noticed when he'd become hard. It must have been immediate, that betrayed hook of arousal in his belly when Alucard touched him anywhere with a soft and precise hand.
Fingers finally lifted to stroke over the perfect heartbreaking symmetry of Alucard's cheeks and chin, thumbs grazing up to the corner of eyes, admiring the way gold hair fell around him. Dorian's voice was a brittle rasp.]
I already gave it to you, did I not? Should I repeat myself?
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It said something about him, how he looked upon Alucard with a shade of attraction so powerful for a moment he couldn't breathe, and knew the strength of those hands and teeth could tear him apart in an instant if he let them.
The threat was one he heard, of course, dark eyes narrowed. It summoned enough resolve not to demand the vampire hurry up in whatever it was he intended to do, as at this point he couldn't be sure if he was to be devoured through his blood or his body. Perhaps both indiscriminately.
Alucard tore the shirt like a flimsy piece of parchment paper. It wasn't sudden, those fingers hooked in the collar as he methodically ripped straight through to the bottom, yet it was unexpected - Dorian swallowed a low sound and shuddered. The tattooed stripe ended at the top of his sternum. He was muscular beneath the clothing, thick and toned and healthy in a way many mages were not. The air felt cooler on bare dusky skin, and the room did not have much light; what little came through the windows seemed to gather in Alucard's hair, in his eyes, across the glint of sharp fangs.
Fangs which hovered over the rise of his chest, brief kisses searing heat that lingered at his throat.]
Now you seek my permission?
[It lacked bite, words made almost entirely of breath. His body felt too hot, stomach twisting, at once shying away from the promise of hurt and also yearning for it, this twisted spell of pain-and-pleasure found in the intimate seal of a mouth. But he'd told Alucard what he would allow. It was such a vulnerable position to be in, and one he'd never experienced. Had he made the right decision? The insistent, desperate aching of his cock seemed to think so. He hadn't even noticed when he'd become hard. It must have been immediate, that betrayed hook of arousal in his belly when Alucard touched him anywhere with a soft and precise hand.
Fingers finally lifted to stroke over the perfect heartbreaking symmetry of Alucard's cheeks and chin, thumbs grazing up to the corner of eyes, admiring the way gold hair fell around him. Dorian's voice was a brittle rasp.]
I already gave it to you, did I not? Should I repeat myself?