[It was always nice to be admired, but there was something in the way Alucard's gold eyes fell across his body that felt far more consumptive, more intimate, as though he could see through flesh into bone and soul beneath. Dorian held himself still under the scrutiny. The slow pace encouraged an impatient ache of which he wasn't accustomed. He expected a rush, urgency, to be used and discarded in the bid for pleasure so like all of the other encounters in his life. At any moment, he expected this to tender exploration to vanish.
The fingertips were cool to the touch against bare skin recently warmed by clothing. A shiver dragged across his nerves. Alucard's route was unknown to him - he couldn't tell whether those fingers would reach for his waist, or up to his throat, or into the spread of his legs.
Alucard's voice was methodical. He wanted to pull him down and hear it pressed against his ear, every vibration of lips and tone.]
You haven't seen yourself lately, have you? [He purred the admittance, gaze dragging from the vampire's beautiful face down the broad landscape of a chest, down to the kneeling position he held between Dorian's knees.] I didn't invite you into my bed out of pity. I'm not a nice man.
[It was selfishness, maybe, his desire for him. Craving as much physical affection as he would be given on the point of dangerous teeth.
And then those slender fingers circled in a loose band around the width of his cock, reeling a sharp noise from Dorian's throat, body shuddering in the hold, pressing every inch closer, rolling hips in demand for a firmer grasp. He could feel himself twitch in the cage of those fingers, slit leaking more steadily, dick so rigid it ached in the cradle of that elegant palm. He was surprised by the force of his own pleasure. Alucard's mouth hung in the vulnerable dip of his throat now, all that kept Dorian from bolder movement. It was like being held pliant in an animal's jaws. His hands swept up Alucard's spine, tugging fabric to get beneath the back of his shirt, to feel the bare plane of skin hidden there if he could.]
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The fingertips were cool to the touch against bare skin recently warmed by clothing. A shiver dragged across his nerves. Alucard's route was unknown to him - he couldn't tell whether those fingers would reach for his waist, or up to his throat, or into the spread of his legs.
Alucard's voice was methodical. He wanted to pull him down and hear it pressed against his ear, every vibration of lips and tone.]
You haven't seen yourself lately, have you? [He purred the admittance, gaze dragging from the vampire's beautiful face down the broad landscape of a chest, down to the kneeling position he held between Dorian's knees.] I didn't invite you into my bed out of pity. I'm not a nice man.
[It was selfishness, maybe, his desire for him. Craving as much physical affection as he would be given on the point of dangerous teeth.
And then those slender fingers circled in a loose band around the width of his cock, reeling a sharp noise from Dorian's throat, body shuddering in the hold, pressing every inch closer, rolling hips in demand for a firmer grasp. He could feel himself twitch in the cage of those fingers, slit leaking more steadily, dick so rigid it ached in the cradle of that elegant palm. He was surprised by the force of his own pleasure. Alucard's mouth hung in the vulnerable dip of his throat now, all that kept Dorian from bolder movement. It was like being held pliant in an animal's jaws. His hands swept up Alucard's spine, tugging fabric to get beneath the back of his shirt, to feel the bare plane of skin hidden there if he could.]