[There are some things Alucard hasn't asked his father about yet in life, and honestly, he doesn't intend to do that any time soon.
That pop? That's obscene, and it shows with how Alucard's hips speed up. It's the same time that his breath starts becoming more ragged and shallow, happily and excitedly heralding how close to the edge he is.]
Okay. I'll-- [He swallows a lump in his throat.] Do that. Fuck.
[If anything the momentum speeds up. The ragged breath becomes simply more so, until climax hits. Without anything to mute him, Alucard's moan is loud, starting deep, deep in his stomach and blossoming outward. Nails dig into Hector's scalp to draw him in close, and Alucard has such warmth and color in his face. He's undone, hair a glorious mess and chest glistening from his own sweat and build up.]
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That pop? That's obscene, and it shows with how Alucard's hips speed up. It's the same time that his breath starts becoming more ragged and shallow, happily and excitedly heralding how close to the edge he is.]
Okay. I'll-- [He swallows a lump in his throat.] Do that. Fuck.
[If anything the momentum speeds up. The ragged breath becomes simply more so, until climax hits. Without anything to mute him, Alucard's moan is loud, starting deep, deep in his stomach and blossoming outward. Nails dig into Hector's scalp to draw him in close, and Alucard has such warmth and color in his face. He's undone, hair a glorious mess and chest glistening from his own sweat and build up.]