[ He was exquisitely cruel. That muted, soft laugh, the delicate sear of his lips against his skin, even the smooth lilt of his voice. Each element of Dorian seemed to be perfectly architected to add to Alucard’s thrill, to plunge him deeper into this maddening desire. All at once he wanted to both deflower and savour him. He longed to give in to his carnal urges whilst resisting them. The laboured movements drawing out a slower, greater pleasure that battled with the desperate need for satiation.
Alucard so longed to say something clever back, to snap an equally witty and charming response to him, but his lust was too strong and all that came out of him was another longing moan. The need in its tone ripe and tender, his eyes rolling back as they closed and his mouth agape, perfect white teeth and fangs framed by delicate, pink lips. The hunger in him felt insatible, he didn’t just want to fuck Dorian he wanted to consume him completely.
Another moan, this one almost pained. He was holding back, restricted. He felt lightheaded and confined, as though still drugged. His senses hypersensitive because of Dorian’s ceaseless temptations. The invitation to have more of him taken, a second finger eased its way in as he drew the first back. Slow at first, cautious and precise, but as he felt his palm flush against his behind the movement became rhythmic and stronger. Less calculated and more carnal; fingers fucking him and thoughts turning wild at just how that would feel on his cock.
His cock which was painfully constricted and begging to be released from the confines of his trousers. ]
… touch me.
[ He pleaded, his voice no more than a dry whisper. ]
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Alucard so longed to say something clever back, to snap an equally witty and charming response to him, but his lust was too strong and all that came out of him was another longing moan. The need in its tone ripe and tender, his eyes rolling back as they closed and his mouth agape, perfect white teeth and fangs framed by delicate, pink lips. The hunger in him felt insatible, he didn’t just want to fuck Dorian he wanted to consume him completely.
Another moan, this one almost pained. He was holding back, restricted. He felt lightheaded and confined, as though still drugged. His senses hypersensitive because of Dorian’s ceaseless temptations. The invitation to have more of him taken, a second finger eased its way in as he drew the first back. Slow at first, cautious and precise, but as he felt his palm flush against his behind the movement became rhythmic and stronger. Less calculated and more carnal; fingers fucking him and thoughts turning wild at just how that would feel on his cock.
His cock which was painfully constricted and begging to be released from the confines of his trousers. ]
… touch me.
[ He pleaded, his voice no more than a dry whisper. ]