[As much as one might make innuendo of comparing Alucard to a horse, it isn't a wrong metaphor for a moment. He's big and pretty and very liable to be spooked at the moment, and the steady approach is far wiser than any other tactic.
He's not sure if he's meant to be looking at Hector or not, but instinct sees Alucard's eyes flutter closed as the kiss deepens. Easier to focus on other senses and actions, but beyond opening his mouth just a little bit more, he's unsure what the next step is.
Alucard's cool to the touch, even through the fabric. As for his own hands, they remain on his own lap, but twitch. Certain they should be doing something.]
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He's not sure if he's meant to be looking at Hector or not, but instinct sees Alucard's eyes flutter closed as the kiss deepens. Easier to focus on other senses and actions, but beyond opening his mouth just a little bit more, he's unsure what the next step is.
Alucard's cool to the touch, even through the fabric. As for his own hands, they remain on his own lap, but twitch. Certain they should be doing something.]