[There's some kind of protest Alucard wants to wage, something about fairness probably, but it absolutely dies as Hector takes hold of him. There's something warm and wonderful around his half hard cock, and just adjusting to that takes a lot.
It isn't something he reacts to silently either. There's a short, sharp gasp of breath, along with the reminder that he still has his fingers threaded in Hector's hair. He pulls as a part of natural reaction, but thankfully not at vampire strength.
Alucard tries another breath to steady himself, but it comes out shaky instead. It's a breath that's painfully aware that he's growing harder in Hector's hand, and rutting against it to quicken the process]
I don't know how quietly I can manage--
[He knows that much of himself from his own experimentation.]
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It isn't something he reacts to silently either. There's a short, sharp gasp of breath, along with the reminder that he still has his fingers threaded in Hector's hair. He pulls as a part of natural reaction, but thankfully not at vampire strength.
Alucard tries another breath to steady himself, but it comes out shaky instead. It's a breath that's painfully aware that he's growing harder in Hector's hand, and rutting against it to quicken the process]
I don't know how quietly I can manage--
[He knows that much of himself from his own experimentation.]