[There. Pants are at his knees, as are underpants. Alucard imagines that he should feel colder than he does.
The hand in Hector's hair sees the pads of Alucard's fingers scratch and stroke against his scalp. It isn't much, but it's nice. A way to keep himself even keeled, until Hector licks at his chest and fucking hell his shudder is paired with aloud moan.]
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The hand in Hector's hair sees the pads of Alucard's fingers scratch and stroke against his scalp. It isn't much, but it's nice. A way to keep himself even keeled, until Hector licks at his chest and fucking hell his shudder is paired with aloud moan.]
Yes...I....that should happen now.