They'll have a lot more space to explore soon. That might spoil them more than anything I put effort into.
[Alucard lets out a very low, pleased noise at Hector's nose finding just the right spot to rest on. It's nice, having that warmth and weight pressed against his neck. Alucard moves one hand down, brushing it over Hector's gently.
All of this is nice. Traveling has been wonderful, as has learning the various ways to become comfortable in such close quarters. Future trips probably won't have companions, but...
...thoughts for later.]
Are you comfortable?
[They are technically half on and half off a horrible little mattress and the floor.]
[The castle is both a dream and a looming spectre. Reaching it will mark the beginning of a real education, more opportunity than Hector ever hoped he'd receive. It also means the end of this journey. He won't know how he fares in the exchange til he reaches his destination.]
I could make myself more comfortable.
[He tugs Alucard, vaguely further into the mattress but mostly closer. It's a shit mattress, but it's better than half a shit mattress.]
[Vaguely further but definitely warmer. That's one of the things Alucard has come to appreciate most from this arrangement: warmth. Running at low temperatures is all well and good, but sometimes all one wants is to be held against something warmer.
[Warmth isn’t all Alucard is going to get from him though all he has to do is say the word and Hector will really heat him up. Hector slides his hand up Alucard’s chest, caressing through his shirt. He parts his lips and begins to tease the skin of Alucard’s neck with tongue and teeth.]
[Alucard knows by now what that means, but he can't help but play just a little dumb. It makes the sigh of absolute contentment and delight that follows all the better. Makes the fact that it's Alucard who starts to tangle their legs together all the better.
His hands are far, far more confident now, knowing what they want and how to get it. One hand is quick to wind into Hector's hair, gently tugging him upwards to administer attention to a higher part of Alucard's neck. The other?
Well, Alucard's made his fondness for chests very clear alraedy. But Hector's already got a hand there, and the man does have a fine enough rear to grab and refuse to let go of.]
One morning you should actually wake me like this.
Configuration of limbs. It's very difficult to explore your chest at the moment.
[And it is, and more than that, Alucard's decided that Hector's chest may not be his best feature. There's another squeeze, ever so careful not to bruise, and the dhampir presses himself up against Hector further. He's hardly aware of the roll of his own hips.
They'll have to start moving below the belt at this point, if only because that's the remaining unexplored territory.]
Mmm, perhaps not. I'll expect it when I'm home, and that's a dangerous path.
[If butts are on the table, Hector isn’t holding back. He’ll stay above the clothes, but one hand slides down and grips Alucard’s otherworldly ass.
Alucard’s squeeze is met with an approving groan. This one doesn’t mind if there are bruises. He slips a leg between Alucard’s to give them a little more friction as they move together.]
[Alucard has the good sense not to reply with you've met my father, right?
Instead he just buries his face into what he can reach of Hector's head, angle terrible since Hector is still lavishing attention to the dhampir's neck.]
Within reason.
[He hasn't quite clocked Hector's general lack of planning.
What Alucard has clocked is the fact he very, very much likes having his ass squeezed, and there's no groan from him. There is instead another roll of his hips, this time grinding down against Hector's leg. The motion is coupled with a soft sigh, and the feeling of heat in Alucard's cheeks.]
That's-- [Alucard breathes out, aware that he's rolling his hips harder against Hector.]
Too many options.
[There. Those are the only three words he manages for a few intense moments, aware that his heart is moving faster. Something closer to human than his usual slow beat. It's enough for him to at least decide.]
[Hector grins, the cat that got the cream. He pulls them onto the mattress properly, then starts up a real rhythm of thrusts. His arousal prods into Alucard's thigh, and this hand on his ass urges Alucard to keep moving to meet him.]
Good, you're so good...
[He presses his lips to Alucard's, tangling tongues together, incautious of the fangs. When he finally draws back for breath, he kisses his way to Alucard's ear again.]
I'm going to unfasten your trousers. No point in making a mess of your clothes when you just got clean.
[It's purely that and not at all that Hector is dying to get his hand around Alucard's cock.]
[Oh fuck what did he just unleash? Besides Hector's dick, that much is plain.
Alucard's not surprised that they're both pulled onto the mattress. What takes him aback, truly aback, is how quickly Hector speeds up his thrusts. It's not that Alucard can't keep up, it's just the realization that Hector's truly thought this out. Must have thought out a while ago and--
--lips catch lips and with everything so overwhelming, Alucard's response is without it's usual caution. There's a moment where his fang catches something, and a thin stream of blood joins the embrace. A stream that Alucard's innate hunger is quick to seize upon, his tongue moving to the spot and licking at it as hungrily as Hector is pursuing the rest of this.
He's utterly breathless when Hector pulls away. At some point in all of his his hands have found purchase in Hector's hair and at his hip, vaguely aware that they're points where he can exert control if he needs to.]
What of your own? Your state is the same as mine.
[Sure Hector. It's totally that. That and the lack of consideration for Dracula's reaction.]
[Hector has to let go of Alucard to begin working his pants open, though his lips stay at Alucard's neck, the way he knows the dhampir likes. The copper taste of his own blood doesn't phase him.]
If you want, I can do the same to myself, but I can wait and take care of mine when you're done. I'm already pushing you. You can't learn every lesson in a single session.
[He should slow down, but reason is out the door at this point. Unless Alucard tells him to stop, he is determined to see Alucard to completion.
He works open the lacing of Alucard's pants and slips his hand inside to wrap around the shaft of Alucard's cock.]
[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.]
[Hector guides Alucard's length free of the fabric constraining it and rubs his thumb over the head. He grunts as his hair is tugged, and he slows the movements of his hips.]
It's alright, we'll keep your mouth occupied.
[He trusts Alucard can make his protests known other ways if he decides he wants to bring this to a halt. Hector kisses his way across Alucard's jaw and cheek until he claims his lips again. Once he has his mouth sealed over Alucard's, he gives another squeeze.]
[It's the only word he manages to get out before Hector's lips meet his again. Alucard murmurs something else, but it's all vibrations like this. Vibrations that quickly develop into a groan that he fears might be reverberating not in the back of Alucard's own throat, but Hector's, just from the sheer volume of it.
Because shit, it is loud, and that's only in reaction to being squeezed, mixed in with the fact Alucard's hips press the full of himself closer to Hector.
The hand that isn't in Hector's hair finally moves. Slides up Hector's shirt so that Alucard's fingers can run up the skin of Hector's spine, usually cool flesh running at perfectly human temperatures now.]
[Alucard's moans are gratifyingly earnest. He swallows them up. Between the seal of his mouth and the barred door (and his own recklessness), he is less concerned than Alucard about being overheard.
He pumps his fist up and down the hardening length, feeling for Alucard's reaction in his movements and the vibrations of his grunts. He doesn't know how Alucard likes to touch himself, so he moves by trial and error, alternating fast and slow, gentle strokes and hard tugs, learning and evolving his technique as he goes. His own cock is hard against Alucard's thigh, seeking out the rare warmth of Alucard's body.]
[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.]
[Hector adapts his movements to maximize the response. Slow and teasing wins the day, it seems. Hector can work with that. He lets his fingers loosen and trail lower, caressing the sensitive skin of Alucard's balls.
Alucard's angling has him shuddering and biting back his own moans. Hector should've known a prodigy like Alucard wouldn't be content to merely audit the class.
They both know by now that Hector's willpower has the integrity of a sand castle. He uses his other hand to start unfastening his own pants so he can stroke both of them together. His mouth stays on Alucard's, a safeguard against alerting the outside world.]
[Alucard has just enough sense left in him to detect that Hector's trying to do something. He can feel some of the movement, and to that end, Alucard manages to slow his hips by a fraction.
Waiting is a tricky proposition. He doesn't manage it, not with Hector's fingers moving lower and okay he definitely likes having his balls touched. By a lot if the fact he actually pulls away in order to gasp for breath is any indication.
But he takes that moment to get air back into his lungs. He needs it. Alucard knows his heart is hammering now, knows he's feverish, and that whatever Hector does next, he isn't liable to last long.]
[Luckily for Alucard, he doesn't have to wait long. Hector frees his dick and brushes the two shafts together, relishing the heat of skin to skin contact. He gives Alucard's balls one last tickle, then gets his hand as far around their cocks as he can.
Lips seal over the dhampir's to swallow any sound as Hector's movements resume. Hector's blood is rushing in his veins, hot and thrumming. This will be quick, but Hector's hoping it's impactful.]
[Alucard's best attempts to not dig nails into flesh fails as Hector strokes them together. But those nails remain blunt as he scratches at Hector's spine, having just enough of himself left to manage that.
And he is gone otherwise. Nothing but a mess of noises pressed into Hector's mouth, some short and too quick, others long and wanting, rising from the very pit of his belly. And all the while he thrusts into Hecctor's hand, the heat of his skin finally causing sweat. Undoing the glories of the bath.
It takes precious little else for him to finish with a great shout that he swears must end up reverberating against Hector's own vocal chords. He's pressed up against the other man as much as he can be, and if the way Alucard all but yanks on Hector's hair is a problem, well, he'll apologize in just a few moments.]
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[Alucard lets out a very low, pleased noise at Hector's nose finding just the right spot to rest on. It's nice, having that warmth and weight pressed against his neck. Alucard moves one hand down, brushing it over Hector's gently.
All of this is nice. Traveling has been wonderful, as has learning the various ways to become comfortable in such close quarters. Future trips probably won't have companions, but...
...thoughts for later.]
Are you comfortable?
[They are technically half on and half off a horrible little mattress and the floor.]
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[The castle is both a dream and a looming spectre. Reaching it will mark the beginning of a real education, more opportunity than Hector ever hoped he'd receive. It also means the end of this journey. He won't know how he fares in the exchange til he reaches his destination.]
I could make myself more comfortable.
[He tugs Alucard, vaguely further into the mattress but mostly closer. It's a shit mattress, but it's better than half a shit mattress.]
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There's a soft laugh on his lips.]
Careful. I'm liable to fall asleep like this.
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[Warmth isn’t all Alucard is going to get from him
though all he has to do is say the word and Hector will really heat him up. Hector slides his hand up Alucard’s chest, caressing through his shirt. He parts his lips and begins to tease the skin of Alucard’s neck with tongue and teeth.]no subject
[Alucard knows by now what that means, but he can't help but play just a little dumb. It makes the sigh of absolute contentment and delight that follows all the better. Makes the fact that it's Alucard who starts to tangle their legs together all the better.
His hands are far, far more confident now, knowing what they want and how to get it. One hand is quick to wind into Hector's hair, gently tugging him upwards to administer attention to a higher part of Alucard's neck. The other?
Well, Alucard's made his fondness for chests very clear alraedy. But Hector's already got a hand there, and the man does have a fine enough rear to grab and refuse to let go of.]
One morning you should actually wake me like this.
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[He rocks against Alucard, very much in approval.]
More than one, surely, now that the offer’s been made.
[He’ll maul your neck every morning if that’s what you want, you ridiculous dhampir.]
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[And it is, and more than that, Alucard's decided that Hector's chest may not be his best feature. There's another squeeze, ever so careful not to bruise, and the dhampir presses himself up against Hector further. He's hardly aware of the roll of his own hips.
They'll have to start moving below the belt at this point, if only because that's the remaining unexplored territory.]
Mmm, perhaps not. I'll expect it when I'm home, and that's a dangerous path.
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[If butts are on the table, Hector isn’t holding back. He’ll stay above the clothes, but one hand slides down and grips Alucard’s otherworldly ass.
Alucard’s squeeze is met with an approving groan. This one doesn’t mind if there are bruises. He slips a leg between Alucard’s to give them a little more friction as they move together.]
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Instead he just buries his face into what he can reach of Hector's head, angle terrible since Hector is still lavishing attention to the dhampir's neck.]
Within reason.
[He hasn't quite clocked Hector's general lack of planning.
What Alucard has clocked is the fact he very, very much likes having his ass squeezed, and there's no groan from him. There is instead another roll of his hips, this time grinding down against Hector's leg. The motion is coupled with a soft sigh, and the feeling of heat in Alucard's cheeks.]
Hector?
[It's a cautious iteration of his name.]
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conquestexploration of Alucard’s neck at the tone he hears when his name is spoken.]Yes? Is this too much?
[He hopes not, but he slows his movements until he knows if Alucard is good to proceed.]
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There are so many steps we could take next, and they're all going to be very enjoyable.
[He very deliberately presses his hips into Alucard.]
We could keep doing this.
[He gives Alucard's butt another, harder squeeze.]
Or you could let me use my hands...
[He brings his lips close to Alucard's ear and runs his tongue along the outer shell.]
Or I could show you what I can do with my mouth.
[He draws back, still touching Alucard, but no longer pressing, so Alucard can breath.]
Or I can take a very long, very stiff walk around the deck and we can go to sleep.
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Too many options.
[There. Those are the only three words he manages for a few intense moments, aware that his heart is moving faster. Something closer to human than his usual slow beat. It's enough for him to at least decide.]
First two.
[A mouth feels too dangerous at the moment.]
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Good, you're so good...
[He presses his lips to Alucard's, tangling tongues together, incautious of the fangs. When he finally draws back for breath, he kisses his way to Alucard's ear again.]
I'm going to unfasten your trousers. No point in making a mess of your clothes when you just got clean.
[It's purely that and not at all that Hector is dying to get his hand around Alucard's cock.]
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Alucard's not surprised that they're both pulled onto the mattress. What takes him aback, truly aback, is how quickly Hector speeds up his thrusts. It's not that Alucard can't keep up, it's just the realization that Hector's truly thought this out. Must have thought out a while ago and--
--lips catch lips and with everything so overwhelming, Alucard's response is without it's usual caution. There's a moment where his fang catches something, and a thin stream of blood joins the embrace. A stream that Alucard's innate hunger is quick to seize upon, his tongue moving to the spot and licking at it as hungrily as Hector is pursuing the rest of this.
He's utterly breathless when Hector pulls away. At some point in all of his his hands have found purchase in Hector's hair and at his hip, vaguely aware that they're points where he can exert control if he needs to.]
What of your own? Your state is the same as mine.
[Sure Hector. It's totally that. That and the lack of consideration for Dracula's reaction.]
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If you want, I can do the same to myself, but I can wait and take care of mine when you're done. I'm already pushing you. You can't learn every lesson in a single session.
[He should slow down, but reason is out the door at this point. Unless Alucard tells him to stop, he is determined to see Alucard to completion.
He works open the lacing of Alucard's pants and slips his hand inside to wrap around the shaft of Alucard's cock.]
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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.]
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It's alright, we'll keep your mouth occupied.
[He trusts Alucard can make his protests known other ways if he decides he wants to bring this to a halt. Hector kisses his way across Alucard's jaw and cheek until he claims his lips again. Once he has his mouth sealed over Alucard's, he gives another squeeze.]
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[It's the only word he manages to get out before Hector's lips meet his again. Alucard murmurs something else, but it's all vibrations like this. Vibrations that quickly develop into a groan that he fears might be reverberating not in the back of Alucard's own throat, but Hector's, just from the sheer volume of it.
Because shit, it is loud, and that's only in reaction to being squeezed, mixed in with the fact Alucard's hips press the full of himself closer to Hector.
The hand that isn't in Hector's hair finally moves. Slides up Hector's shirt so that Alucard's fingers can run up the skin of Hector's spine, usually cool flesh running at perfectly human temperatures now.]
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He pumps his fist up and down the hardening length, feeling for Alucard's reaction in his movements and the vibrations of his grunts. He doesn't know how Alucard likes to touch himself, so he moves by trial and error, alternating fast and slow, gentle strokes and hard tugs, learning and evolving his technique as he goes. His own cock is hard against Alucard's thigh, seeking out the rare warmth of Alucard's body.]
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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.]
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Alucard's angling has him shuddering and biting back his own moans. Hector should've known a prodigy like Alucard wouldn't be content to merely audit the class.
They both know by now that Hector's willpower has the integrity of a sand castle. He uses his other hand to start unfastening his own pants so he can stroke both of them together. His mouth stays on Alucard's, a safeguard against alerting the outside world.]
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Waiting is a tricky proposition. He doesn't manage it, not with Hector's fingers moving lower and okay he definitely likes having his balls touched. By a lot if the fact he actually pulls away in order to gasp for breath is any indication.
But he takes that moment to get air back into his lungs. He needs it. Alucard knows his heart is hammering now, knows he's feverish, and that whatever Hector does next, he isn't liable to last long.]
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Lips seal over the dhampir's to swallow any sound as Hector's movements resume. Hector's blood is rushing in his veins, hot and thrumming. This will be quick, but Hector's hoping it's impactful.]
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And he is gone otherwise. Nothing but a mess of noises pressed into Hector's mouth, some short and too quick, others long and wanting, rising from the very pit of his belly. And all the while he thrusts into Hecctor's hand, the heat of his skin finally causing sweat. Undoing the glories of the bath.
It takes precious little else for him to finish with a great shout that he swears must end up reverberating against Hector's own vocal chords. He's pressed up against the other man as much as he can be, and if the way Alucard all but yanks on Hector's hair is a problem, well, he'll apologize in just a few moments.]
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