[Alucard's fingers curl into the fabric of Hector's shirt, and rather than remain still, he backs up. Slowly. Carefully. Guiding Hector over so that Alucard's back is against the wall and Hector's weight is a pleasant warmth against him.
His tongue is far more probing than the previous night, full of confidence he runs it against Hector's.]
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His tongue is far more probing than the previous night, full of confidence he runs it against Hector's.]
Mmmmm.