[All of his mind closed down onto the sensation of this moment. He heard those words quiet as they came, whispered into the little space left between their bodies, an admission of weakness. It drew more warm-toned, humming laughter out of Dorian, feeling pleased with this victory, as though he had tamed some wild beast into obedience. His mouth turned to lay another kiss on the curve of Alucard's jaw.]
No? Even after those displays of strength you gave before? Surely you've more will than you know.
[It was a tease, even as he found himself strung with threads of tension at the first breach of a fingertip at his hole. Not new, not even unfamiliar, yet such an intimate invasion that he'd almost forgotten how it felt to surrender this private part of himself over to someone else. And someone he'd only just met. Dorian could never claim he was very wise - only that he had such a fatal weakness for beautiful men, even those whose teeth had bitten him twice now in claiming hunger.
His head bent down, brow resting on the tuck of a shoulder. Dark lashes fluttered at the burn of that knuckle. It felt so acutely good, even at the tight band of resistance, the sort of carnality he craved. Dorian's fingers loosened where they now held that thin, pale wrist, trailing briefly over the elegant forearm, reaching his bicep, squeezing there.]
You can give me more. I certainly won't break.
[And Maker, he wanted more, that ache for penetration undiluted in the moment, only getting hotter. A dry palm spanned down Alucard's tight abdomen to the crux of his thighs and beneath his own seat in his lap to feel the shape of his cock beneath fabric. A thumb toyed with the tab of the zipper, eyes on that rapt face. He always liked to see the effects of such attention.]
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No? Even after those displays of strength you gave before? Surely you've more will than you know.
[It was a tease, even as he found himself strung with threads of tension at the first breach of a fingertip at his hole. Not new, not even unfamiliar, yet such an intimate invasion that he'd almost forgotten how it felt to surrender this private part of himself over to someone else. And someone he'd only just met. Dorian could never claim he was very wise - only that he had such a fatal weakness for beautiful men, even those whose teeth had bitten him twice now in claiming hunger.
His head bent down, brow resting on the tuck of a shoulder. Dark lashes fluttered at the burn of that knuckle. It felt so acutely good, even at the tight band of resistance, the sort of carnality he craved. Dorian's fingers loosened where they now held that thin, pale wrist, trailing briefly over the elegant forearm, reaching his bicep, squeezing there.]
You can give me more. I certainly won't break.
[And Maker, he wanted more, that ache for penetration undiluted in the moment, only getting hotter. A dry palm spanned down Alucard's tight abdomen to the crux of his thighs and beneath his own seat in his lap to feel the shape of his cock beneath fabric. A thumb toyed with the tab of the zipper, eyes on that rapt face. He always liked to see the effects of such attention.]