[There's one thing Alucard is repeating in his mind: don't thrust. Don't thrust. Don't thrust. Because Alucard's hips are twitching, he wants to yank Hector's hair, and see how much of himself can fit in Hector's mouth.
His nails scratch in an attempt to keep things under control. The moan that follows shows how little control he really has, loud and deep and wanting.]
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His nails scratch in an attempt to keep things under control. The moan that follows shows how little control he really has, loud and deep and wanting.]
More. Please.