[Hector moves closer until he can murmur against Alucard’s lips:]
How could anyone who’s met you resist kissing you senseless?
[Perhaps Vlad and Lisa are responsible, shielding their son’s virtue in their castle stronghold. Hector at least has the rare good judgement to not bring up the parents of the man he’s about to smooch.
He wants to do everything to and with Alucard, to thoroughly explore, but this is only the first trial (of many, he desperately hopes). He presses their lips together, moving gently and keeping the first contact chaste.]
[There is a simple truth for that, and it's that Vlad has very high standards for who can date his son. Who is allowed near their little family, because there lies a deep risk. A mortal might create problems, scream witch or vampire and bring mobs to the door. A vampire might see a political move and try to use Dracula's own son against him.
And Alucard, ever aloof, ever arm's length from the world? It hasn't been a problem.
The chasteness is a blessing, because it shows how little Alucard knows. He does kiss back after a moment or so passes, but there's hesitation. A lack of clarity with how all of this goes. A fumble, because well, everyone learns this by doing.]
[When Alucard responds, Hector parts his lips and deepens the kiss. He moves slowly, not with hesitation, but like he does with wild creatures, so not to spook Alucard.
He has never been a teacher before, but he is finding the experience highly rewarding. He trails a hand down Alucard's side, just feeling the shape of him and basking in this closeness.]
[As much as one might make innuendo of comparing Alucard to a horse, it isn't a wrong metaphor for a moment. He's big and pretty and very liable to be spooked at the moment, and the steady approach is far wiser than any other tactic.
He's not sure if he's meant to be looking at Hector or not, but instinct sees Alucard's eyes flutter closed as the kiss deepens. Easier to focus on other senses and actions, but beyond opening his mouth just a little bit more, he's unsure what the next step is.
Alucard's cool to the touch, even through the fabric. As for his own hands, they remain on his own lap, but twitch. Certain they should be doing something.]
[Hector slips his hand under Alucard's shirt and lets his fingers brush against the cool, taut skin of his side. His other hand reaches up to the braided hair, stroking the strands. See what options you have, Alucard? There are so many wonderful places to touch while kissing, even for one so pure as the driven snow.
His tongue brushes Alucard's lips, warning of his intrusion before taking the invitation of that open mouth to explore. He is going to assume that Alucard is like him, a naturally curious student who learns by barrelling in and doing.]
[Hector, of course Aluard doesn't barrel into things directly. What a ridiculous idea.
He moves into them slowly instead, or at least he is in this situation. Little steps, adjusting to a warm bath. Letting Hector's tongue in, but not wanting to move too far beyond that. Staying still because Alucard knows how sharp his fangs are, and he doesn't want to cut Hector's tongue.
One hand moves. Up, coming to rest on Hector's cheek. Holding it as gingerly as one can, and the other resting at Hector's hip. It's a tentative grip, but it's there all the same.]
[Hector hums approval at Alucard's tentative touches. He shifts closer and lets his knee bump Alucard's.
His tongue maps Alucard's mouth, tracing the length of the fangs and carefully feeling the points. How many can say they've touched a vampire's fangs without shedding blood?
Hector bumps his tongue against Alucard's, then withdraws it slowly, beckoning Alucard to follow it back and show Hector what he is learning.]
[Few men would be mad enough to try touching a vampire's fangs in the first place.
But as Hector's tongue makes expectation's clear, Alucard breaks the kiss. His hands stay where they are, but the reason becomes apparent the moment his lips leave Hector's. He's more than a little breathless, and even dhampirs need air.
[Hector lets out a breath he's been holding and opens his eyes to look at Alucard's flushed face. There is more than the usual amount of color in his own cheeks as well.]
I am a self-taught necromancer. Boldness is a prerequisite.
[He withdraws his hand from Alucard's side and brushes a hand through his own silver waves of hair, which feel too hot against his skin.]
[Ain’t no rule in the syllabus says he CAN’T make out with the professor’s son.
Hector might have been offended about the uncertainty, except from Alucard, it is both good scientific practice and also an invitation to continue. ‘Inconclusive’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘bad’.
He traces a path to Alucard's ear with feather-light kisses, then down the column of his neck. No biting or sucking yet, just more kissing data points for Alucard to map and correlate in his mind.]
A second trial, then.
[He returns to Alucard’s lips, letting his tongue tease Alucard’s once more.]
[PROFESSOR DIDN'T THINK HE HAD TO MAKE THIS RULE HECTOR.
With Hector's lips on his neck, Alucard knows his heart beat can be felt. That it's racing. But more than that, that the sharp sudden intake of breath has probably reverberated against Hector. Because surprise, the dhampir is a stereotype.
Better that they resume where they were then. And this time, Alucard's quicker on the uptake. Parts his lips, but then remembers the invitation from before. Nudges his tongue against Hector's to ask for permission to return all that exploration.]
Oh, Hector will be back for that neck later. His skittish dhampir must be handled with care. They’ll work their way up to necking.
Hector smiles into Alucard’s mouth as his student mimics Hector’s technique. Perhaps they are ready to advance.
Hector presses closer and lets his tongue dance with Alucard’s. His hands sneak around the dhampir, one at the back of Alucard’s head and the other rubbing little circles into the small of his back. That way, when he pulls back for air, disheveled and devilishly smug, he knows Alucard won’t go far.]
Has anyone ever told you what a quick study you are?
[HE TRUSTED YOU HECTOR YOU ARE GETTING SUCH A LECTURE LATER!!!
Alucard tilts just a little when Hector's hand comes to rest at the back of his head. There's something about the sensation that encourages any tension that might be in Alucard to just go slack. So he does, tongue carefully and studiously seeing what feels best against Hector's.]
A great many times in my life.
[It's said with a very faint smile on his lips. In contrast to Hector's smugness is a softer contentedness, because Alucard had registered what this particular rite of passage is and that it's an important moment for anyone.]
You'd be insufferable if I didn't like you so much.
[He doesn't really think about what he's saying, because he's equally driven by two heads at the moment. He does like Alucard, a lot.]
Stop me if I go too fast. I won't be offended.
[While Alucard is relaxed and content, Hector is going to nuzzle his face back into Alucard's neck, testing out those stereotypes. He has an experiment of his own going on, to see what noises he can draw out of his quiet traveling companion.]
[YOU'RE GOING ON DOUBLE SECRET PROBATION YOUNG MAN!!!]
Insufferable?
[The question is genuinely confused, because how? Alucard doesn't understand. He needs to be around people more, clearly.
He's about to ask a second clarifying question, but Hector's intent is clear. It means that there's no time for questions, just a second short breath as Hector's face brushes against Alucard's neck. And here? Here there seems to be a little bit of instinct, because the dhampir's head tilts back to allow for better access. One hand threads into Hector's hair, searching for something to grab onto. His other? That one gathers the fabric of Hector's shirt in hand, feeling at what's underneath. Not enough tiddy.]
[If Vlad wants to protect his son's virtue, he shouldn't send him out to collect godless youths, sheesh!
Hector looks up from Alucard's neck.]
You do know you're perfect, right? Humans can't measure up.
[He shudders as Alucard gropes at his chest. God, he wants to worship that perfect, inhuman body. He ducks his head back down and sucks at the pulse. Any mark he leaves on Alucard's skin won't last long, but that doesn't mean Hector won't have the time of his life leaving them there.]
[Vlad did NOT ANTICIPATE THIS PROBLEM you're so grounded Hector]
Mmmm?
[The noise is a soft vibration in Alucard's chest, one that grows as Hector decides that Alucard's thundering pulse is the far more exciting thing to pay attention to.
But the emphasis on being human, or not quiet, that does give Alucard pause.]
[Vlad disagrees Hector you are here to STUDY not seduce his son!!!]
Now that sounds false. I presume they're more experienced than I am.
[While no one would want it, if anyone could pull it off? Alucard could.
Happily, that's not the point. The point is where Hector's hands have moved to now, and the consideration that it prompts. There's a breathy sigh, and the hand on Hector's chest leaves so it can rest atop Hector's. The pressure is firmer than anything else.]
[Hector stops his movement down Alucard's leg and turns his palm up so he can lace his fingers with Alucard's.]
Experience isn't the most important factor.
[Hector isn't prone to talking about feelings, but he's not going to let someone as exquisite as Alucard downplay his value.]
You love my dogs. I'd choose you over the most skilled lover for that alone.
[He scoots back to give Alucard a little breathing room. If that is all Alucard wants this evening, Hector will be content with the kisses he's already stolen.]
[The tone may be incredulous, but it's laced with a faint laugh. Alucard does not know Hector well enough yet, but somehow? That statement feels the Most Hector a statement would be.
Alucard leans his head back just a little, so it rests against the wall of their room. He knows he was right to call it here. And he'll call it at this point for a while yet.]
Of course they are. Most people call them monsters.
[Must Love Undead Dogs. That is the first line of Hector's dating profile.
Hector lets out another deep breath, willing his heart to stop thumping so loudly. He is no innocent, but Alucard is attributing to him an expertise he lacks.]
Talk, or sleep, or part ways. It depends.
[He uses his free hand to lift his hair from the back of his neck.]
It is rather hot in here. I may take a quick walk on deck to cool my head before bed.
[It is up to Alucard whether he will join, or if he'll stay and have a little bit of privacy to collect his thoughts here in the room.]
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[Hector moves closer until he can murmur against Alucard’s lips:]
How could anyone who’s met you resist kissing you senseless?
[Perhaps Vlad and Lisa are responsible, shielding their son’s virtue in their castle stronghold. Hector at least has the rare good judgement to not bring up the parents of the man he’s about to smooch.
He wants to do everything to and with Alucard, to thoroughly explore, but this is only the first trial (of many, he desperately hopes). He presses their lips together, moving gently and keeping the first contact chaste.]
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And Alucard, ever aloof, ever arm's length from the world? It hasn't been a problem.
The chasteness is a blessing, because it shows how little Alucard knows. He does kiss back after a moment or so passes, but there's hesitation. A lack of clarity with how all of this goes. A fumble, because well, everyone learns this by doing.]
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He has never been a teacher before, but he is finding the experience highly rewarding. He trails a hand down Alucard's side, just feeling the shape of him and basking in this closeness.]
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He's not sure if he's meant to be looking at Hector or not, but instinct sees Alucard's eyes flutter closed as the kiss deepens. Easier to focus on other senses and actions, but beyond opening his mouth just a little bit more, he's unsure what the next step is.
Alucard's cool to the touch, even through the fabric. As for his own hands, they remain on his own lap, but twitch. Certain they should be doing something.]
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His tongue brushes Alucard's lips, warning of his intrusion before taking the invitation of that open mouth to explore. He is going to assume that Alucard is like him, a naturally curious student who learns by barrelling in and doing.]
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He moves into them slowly instead, or at least he is in this situation. Little steps, adjusting to a warm bath. Letting Hector's tongue in, but not wanting to move too far beyond that. Staying still because Alucard knows how sharp his fangs are, and he doesn't want to cut Hector's tongue.
One hand moves. Up, coming to rest on Hector's cheek. Holding it as gingerly as one can, and the other resting at Hector's hip. It's a tentative grip, but it's there all the same.]
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His tongue maps Alucard's mouth, tracing the length of the fangs and carefully feeling the points. How many can say they've touched a vampire's fangs without shedding blood?
Hector bumps his tongue against Alucard's, then withdraws it slowly, beckoning Alucard to follow it back and show Hector what he is learning.]
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But as Hector's tongue makes expectation's clear, Alucard breaks the kiss. His hands stay where they are, but the reason becomes apparent the moment his lips leave Hector's. He's more than a little breathless, and even dhampirs need air.
His eyes flicker open for a moment.]
Are you always so bold?
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I am a self-taught necromancer. Boldness is a prerequisite.
[He withdraws his hand from Alucard's side and brushes a hand through his own silver waves of hair, which feel too hot against his skin.]
But if it is too much for you, I won't press.
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It's slightly overwhelming, but only for the newness of it all.
[Alucard's hand sinks down from Hector's cheek, but the one on his side? That one remains.]
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unless Dracula's castle counts.But Hector's not hearing a 'no' or a 'stop'. That sounds rather like a 'proceed with caution'.]
Do you like it?
[He leans in to press a kiss to the corner of Alucard's mouth, then his cheek, a preview for the next module in the kissing lesson he offers.]
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It counts, you're a grad student Hector and you're definitely making out with the professor's son there.There's a response on the tip of Alucard's tongue, but that goes when Hector moves again. Gets a soft exhale instead.]
I need more data to make a determination.
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Ain’t no rule in the syllabus says he CAN’T make out with the professor’s son.Hector might have been offended about the uncertainty, except from Alucard, it is both good scientific practice and also an invitation to continue. ‘Inconclusive’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘bad’.
He traces a path to Alucard's ear with feather-light kisses, then down the column of his neck. No biting or sucking yet, just more kissing data points for Alucard to map and correlate in his mind.]
A second trial, then.
[He returns to Alucard’s lips, letting his tongue tease Alucard’s once more.]
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PROFESSOR DIDN'T THINK HE HAD TO MAKE THIS RULE HECTOR.With Hector's lips on his neck, Alucard knows his heart beat can be felt. That it's racing. But more than that, that the sharp sudden intake of breath has probably reverberated against Hector. Because surprise, the dhampir is a stereotype.
Better that they resume where they were then. And this time, Alucard's quicker on the uptake. Parts his lips, but then remembers the invitation from before. Nudges his tongue against Hector's to ask for permission to return all that exploration.]
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Honestly, it’s a life lesson about loop holes.Oh, Hector will be back for that neck later. His skittish dhampir must be handled with care. They’ll work their way up to necking.
Hector smiles into Alucard’s mouth as his student mimics Hector’s technique. Perhaps they are ready to advance.
Hector presses closer and lets his tongue dance with Alucard’s. His hands sneak around the dhampir, one at the back of Alucard’s head and the other rubbing little circles into the small of his back. That way, when he pulls back for air, disheveled and devilishly smug, he knows Alucard won’t go far.]
Has anyone ever told you what a quick study you are?
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HE TRUSTED YOU HECTOR YOU ARE GETTING SUCH A LECTURE LATER!!!Alucard tilts just a little when Hector's hand comes to rest at the back of his head. There's something about the sensation that encourages any tension that might be in Alucard to just go slack. So he does, tongue carefully and studiously seeing what feels best against Hector's.]
A great many times in my life.
[It's said with a very faint smile on his lips. In contrast to Hector's smugness is a softer contentedness, because Alucard had registered what this particular rite of passage is and that it's an important moment for anyone.]
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Lecture later, smooching now.]You'd be insufferable if I didn't like you so much.
[He doesn't really think about what he's saying, because he's equally driven by two heads at the moment. He does like Alucard, a lot.]
Stop me if I go too fast. I won't be offended.
[While Alucard is relaxed and content, Hector is going to nuzzle his face back into Alucard's neck, testing out those stereotypes. He has an experiment of his own going on, to see what noises he can draw out of his quiet traveling companion.]
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YOU'RE GOING ON DOUBLE SECRET PROBATION YOUNG MAN!!!]Insufferable?
[The question is genuinely confused, because how? Alucard doesn't understand. He needs to be around people more, clearly.
He's about to ask a second clarifying question, but Hector's intent is clear. It means that there's no time for questions, just a second short breath as Hector's face brushes against Alucard's neck. And here? Here there seems to be a little bit of instinct, because the dhampir's head tilts back to allow for better access. One hand threads into Hector's hair, searching for something to grab onto. His other? That one gathers the fabric of Hector's shirt in hand, feeling at what's underneath.
Not enough tiddy.]S'good.
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If Vlad wants to protect his son's virtue, he shouldn't send him out to collect godless youths, sheesh!Hector looks up from Alucard's neck.]
You do know you're perfect, right? Humans can't measure up.
[He shudders as Alucard gropes at his chest. God, he wants to worship that perfect, inhuman body. He ducks his head back down and sucks at the pulse. Any mark he leaves on Alucard's skin won't last long, but that doesn't mean Hector won't have the time of his life leaving them there.]
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Vlad did NOT ANTICIPATE THIS PROBLEM you're so grounded Hector]Mmmm?
[The noise is a soft vibration in Alucard's chest, one that grows as Hector decides that Alucard's thundering pulse is the far more exciting thing to pay attention to.
But the emphasis on being human, or not quiet, that does give Alucard pause.]
Have you measured every person on this planet??
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Vlad needs to let these two crazy kids live their best horny lives.Hector huffs out a sigh and releases Alucard's neck.]
I've encountered a decent sample size. You're infinitely better to kiss than they are.
[Hector is trying to keep it light, because nobody wants a make-out session to devolve into a philosophical debate.
His hand slides down Alucard's back, past his hip and along his outer thigh. Who cares about anyone else's measure in this moment?]
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Vlad disagrees Hector you are here to STUDY not seduce his son!!!]Now that sounds false. I presume they're more experienced than I am.
[While no one would want it, if anyone could pull it off? Alucard could.
Happily, that's not the point. The point is where Hector's hands have moved to now, and the consideration that it prompts. There's a breathy sigh, and the hand on Hector's chest leaves so it can rest atop Hector's. The pressure is firmer than anything else.]
I think I'm overwhelmed enough.
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Experience isn't the most important factor.
[Hector isn't prone to talking about feelings, but he's not going to let someone as exquisite as Alucard downplay his value.]
You love my dogs. I'd choose you over the most skilled lover for that alone.
[He scoots back to give Alucard a little breathing room. If that is all Alucard wants this evening, Hector will be content with the kisses he's already stolen.]
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[The tone may be incredulous, but it's laced with a faint laugh. Alucard does not know Hector well enough yet, but somehow? That statement feels the Most Hector a statement would be.
Alucard leans his head back just a little, so it rests against the wall of their room. He knows he was right to call it here. And he'll call it at this point for a while yet.]
What exactly does one do after these moments end
[Besides gently squeeze Hector's hand. That's easy.]
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[Must Love Undead Dogs. That is the first line of Hector's dating profile.
Hector lets out another deep breath, willing his heart to stop thumping so loudly. He is no innocent, but Alucard is attributing to him an expertise he lacks.]
Talk, or sleep, or part ways. It depends.
[He uses his free hand to lift his hair from the back of his neck.]
It is rather hot in here. I may take a quick walk on deck to cool my head before bed.
[It is up to Alucard whether he will join, or if he'll stay and have a little bit of privacy to collect his thoughts here in the room.]
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