[It's the slow gestures that cause Alucard's moans reverberate more. For his hips to drive forward, fully aroused and blissfully without the embarrassment that he thought would be a companion for a moment like this.
Alucard's hand presses down against Hector's back. Fingers curl there, so, so careful not to let nails grow. Any other sort of scratch would be just fine, but Alucard knows his fingernails are closer to razors. It would be cruel to inject that sort of pain into the moment, especially now.
He tries to angle his hips up just a little more. Trying to have Hector's hand close to his own cock, so that Alucard's thrusts can touch him in burn. It's fair. It's right. Important to give, because he's getting so, so much right now.]
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Alucard's hand presses down against Hector's back. Fingers curl there, so, so careful not to let nails grow. Any other sort of scratch would be just fine, but Alucard knows his fingernails are closer to razors. It would be cruel to inject that sort of pain into the moment, especially now.
He tries to angle his hips up just a little more. Trying to have Hector's hand close to his own cock, so that Alucard's thrusts can touch him in burn. It's fair. It's right. Important to give, because he's getting so, so much right now.]