[That pass of a palm over his cheek was such an affectionate touch. Dorian's eyes slipped shut, just the space of a moment, then flickered open to admire the picture beneath him - pale burnished color brought to each of those tightly budded nipples, bright curtain of hair, lean willowy limbs. Dorian's bare thighs gave a possessive squeeze to that tapered waist in a playful return for the hand on his hip. It was a grip he wanted to test on impulse, a disobedient streak he was so often prone.
But that question brought Dorian to pause. He lifted his head, mouth laying a few stray kisses in the journey from throat to jaw, up to Alucard's pretty mouth, before he leaned back in a straddled perch. It sounded so truly tormented.
He found he wanted to give it a truthful answer. One with all of his attention. Dorian lowered himself to a bent elbow on the bed, lengthening his body, their chests in warm contact. It was a struggle to pull himself out of the narrow haze of pleasure, and even at that he wasn't entirely successful. His expression was gentler in recognition of Alucard's inexperience. Better to consider it that than something more suggestive of compatibility and romanticism. Physical desire would be easier to understand.]
Mmm. Not usually, as much as I'd like to hope so. I... was not expecting to find you so irresistible. [Dorian's bronze-skinned fingers stroked stray threads of golden hair from the vampire's face.] I won't break you. Not unless you request it of me. If it's too much, I'd ask you to let me know.
[His free hand fetched the lubricant, working to spread some across his knuckles, then reached for the hand on his hip and intertwined slender white fingers in a slippery clutch. He brought their handhold up briefly to kiss the dry inner skin of Alucard's wrist, before leading down behind the curve of his own ass. If allowed, he was more than content to direct Alucard to the hot crease of his hole. Already a shiver took him over. Dorian leaned, mouth seeking an ear.]
But now, I'd very much like to feel these beautiful fingers inside of me.
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But that question brought Dorian to pause. He lifted his head, mouth laying a few stray kisses in the journey from throat to jaw, up to Alucard's pretty mouth, before he leaned back in a straddled perch. It sounded so truly tormented.
He found he wanted to give it a truthful answer. One with all of his attention. Dorian lowered himself to a bent elbow on the bed, lengthening his body, their chests in warm contact. It was a struggle to pull himself out of the narrow haze of pleasure, and even at that he wasn't entirely successful. His expression was gentler in recognition of Alucard's inexperience. Better to consider it that than something more suggestive of compatibility and romanticism. Physical desire would be easier to understand.]
Mmm. Not usually, as much as I'd like to hope so. I... was not expecting to find you so irresistible. [Dorian's bronze-skinned fingers stroked stray threads of golden hair from the vampire's face.] I won't break you. Not unless you request it of me. If it's too much, I'd ask you to let me know.
[His free hand fetched the lubricant, working to spread some across his knuckles, then reached for the hand on his hip and intertwined slender white fingers in a slippery clutch. He brought their handhold up briefly to kiss the dry inner skin of Alucard's wrist, before leading down behind the curve of his own ass. If allowed, he was more than content to direct Alucard to the hot crease of his hole. Already a shiver took him over. Dorian leaned, mouth seeking an ear.]
But now, I'd very much like to feel these beautiful fingers inside of me.