[ What kind, sweet lies were these in which he was considered the irresistible party. Feeling more now than he had in years Alucard could not believe the soft, tender compliments effortlessly tumbling from Dorian’s mouth, each utterance the petal of blossom, sweet and fragrant and filling his senses with an even stronger desire, a heavier need. He found himself leaning into the fingers in his hair, and into every touch, as if his skin could give him life. Impart something beautiful and impermanent - the true nature of humanity and mortality. His expression one of divine ecstasy at just the simplest of caresses.
When he managed to summon the words they were the ghost of syllables, private and soft, just for Dorian’s ears. ]
I don’t think I have it in me to tell you to stop.
[ Of course he didn’t want to be broken in two but perhaps if it was Dorian who was doing the breaking then it wouldn’t be so terrible. No, less of a cold, hard snap and more of a persistent wearing and tearing; a slow bend that would give way into a rapturous, pleasure-filled submittance.
Just as he submitted to Dorian now.
How he wanted to lay his soul as open as his body, if he drank his blood then let Dorian devour what shadow of a soul it was he possessed.
He felt so grateful that those soft grey eyes of his weren’t looking at him now as he verged on the edge of his fantasties. How he felt the delicate, supple texture of Dorian’s most private places, the firm curve of his buttocks and then that tender stretch of skin between them. His fingers trembled, not with fear or nervousness but with anticipation. The painful, tantalizing wait had brought him to a pique of excitement.
The tapered, slick tip of his middle finger eased its way inside him, followed by a very vocal moan. The grip around the digit a cruel, wicked taste of what his crotch now ached for. He inched the finger in, bit by bit, exploring, educating himself.
Another moan, heavier and lower than the first, this teasing too cruel, it was too heartless to make him measure his desire like this. He felt pressure around the second of three knuckles of his finger and he shivered so hard Dorian would have doubtless felt it. ]
Y..you--[ It was almost accusatory. ]--you are the irresistible one. I ache with desire.
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When he managed to summon the words they were the ghost of syllables, private and soft, just for Dorian’s ears. ]
I don’t think I have it in me to tell you to stop.
[ Of course he didn’t want to be broken in two but perhaps if it was Dorian who was doing the breaking then it wouldn’t be so terrible. No, less of a cold, hard snap and more of a persistent wearing and tearing; a slow bend that would give way into a rapturous, pleasure-filled submittance.
Just as he submitted to Dorian now.
How he wanted to lay his soul as open as his body, if he drank his blood then let Dorian devour what shadow of a soul it was he possessed.
He felt so grateful that those soft grey eyes of his weren’t looking at him now as he verged on the edge of his fantasties. How he felt the delicate, supple texture of Dorian’s most private places, the firm curve of his buttocks and then that tender stretch of skin between them. His fingers trembled, not with fear or nervousness but with anticipation. The painful, tantalizing wait had brought him to a pique of excitement.
The tapered, slick tip of his middle finger eased its way inside him, followed by a very vocal moan. The grip around the digit a cruel, wicked taste of what his crotch now ached for. He inched the finger in, bit by bit, exploring, educating himself.
Another moan, heavier and lower than the first, this teasing too cruel, it was too heartless to make him measure his desire like this. He felt pressure around the second of three knuckles of his finger and he shivered so hard Dorian would have doubtless felt it. ]
Y..you--[ It was almost accusatory. ]--you are the irresistible one. I ache with desire.