[Hector slips his hand under Alucard's shirt and lets his fingers brush against the cool, taut skin of his side. His other hand reaches up to the braided hair, stroking the strands. See what options you have, Alucard? There are so many wonderful places to touch while kissing, even for one so pure as the driven snow.
His tongue brushes Alucard's lips, warning of his intrusion before taking the invitation of that open mouth to explore. He is going to assume that Alucard is like him, a naturally curious student who learns by barrelling in and doing.]
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His tongue brushes Alucard's lips, warning of his intrusion before taking the invitation of that open mouth to explore. He is going to assume that Alucard is like him, a naturally curious student who learns by barrelling in and doing.]