[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.]
[Oh, the hair pulling and the scratch of nails is the opposite of a problem. Hector's breaths are ragged pants as he coaxes Alucard through his climax, and the moment the dhampir stills, Hector releases him and grasps his own organ. A few hard, frantic strokes, and he follows Alucard over the peak.
He pulls back from Alucard's lips and lets his flushed forehead come to rest on Alucard's shoulder.
Well, the good news is, it's not like they made the mattress any more of a mess than it was before.
The bad news is, Dracula is 100% going to kill him.]
[Oh Hector. Dracula's just going to make you wish you were dead. That's an importance difference.
Alucard lies there, feeling his hammering heart slow down it's pace. The warmth of himself starting to ebb, and becoming so keenly aware of everything going on around him.]
I definitely do not want to sleep on this mattress now.
[A chuckle breaks Hector's silence. He raises his head and gives Alucard's cheek a kiss, chaste after all of the explicit things he just did to him.]
I told you, sleep on the hammock.
[He feels around lazily and comes up with one of the threadbare blankets that were folded on the mattress before they started up their thrusting. He begins to clean them up.]
We'll have to find another bath when we reach the next port. Worth it, I hope.
[Even that kiss is a little overwhelming for the dhampir. There's a tired, muffled response that then becomes a soft groan as Alucard sits himself up slightly. It's his forearms that bear all his weight as he angles uwpwards to watch Hector fuss with the blankets.]
Worth it.
[He's still breathless.]
And as far as the mattress goes, I think I'll just take wolf form.
[Hector mops up the worst of the mess, then scoots himself back a little to give Alucard some breathing room. Some men don't like to be touched after they come.]
If you're sure.
[He rolls into his back and rakes his hand through his sweat-tangled hair.]
The minute I move, the dogs are going to steal my spot. Just so you're prepared.
[As if cuddling them was not part of the draw to taking the wolf form...]
Alucard inches back just a little bit, so that he's just brushing against Hector. Pressure is going to be overwhelming in a bad way, but this? This is good.]
[Hector lets his fingers brush lightly against the platinum strands of Alucard’s hair. He feels boneless and completely sated. It’s going to be a struggle to stay awake, the hammock and wolf forms be damned.]
Does the captain need you to report in early tomorrow?
[Alucard’s job is to repel any dangers the ship might face, so he’s not sure kind of hours it will run.]
[Alucard does drift off eventually. The ship is quiet. The dogs are snoring (which is adorable.) There is nothing but the soft rocking motion of the boat and the quiet of the sea to lull Alucard to sleep.
He rises quietly a little before dawn. One golden eye opens, then the next, and oh. His trousers are still open, he's utterly disheveled (guess who has amazing post-orgasm hair), and he has to work.]
[In spite of the terrible mattress, Hector sleeps like the dead. He means to try to wake up before Alucard so he can help wake him up, but awareness returns only when Alucard is already stirring beside him.]
'morning.
[And look, if Alucard is already disheveled, there's no harm in ruffling him up a little more. Hector rolls over and nuzzles into Alucard's neck.]
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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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He pulls back from Alucard's lips and lets his flushed forehead come to rest on Alucard's shoulder.
Well, the good news is, it's not like they made the mattress any more of a mess than it was before.
The bad news is, Dracula is 100% going to kill him.]
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Alucard lies there, feeling his hammering heart slow down it's pace. The warmth of himself starting to ebb, and becoming so keenly aware of everything going on around him.]
I definitely do not want to sleep on this mattress now.
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I told you, sleep on the hammock.
[He feels around lazily and comes up with one of the threadbare blankets that were folded on the mattress before they started up their thrusting. He begins to clean them up.]
We'll have to find another bath when we reach the next port. Worth it, I hope.
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Worth it.
[He's still breathless.]
And as far as the mattress goes, I think I'll just take wolf form.
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If you're sure.
[He rolls into his back and rakes his hand through his sweat-tangled hair.]
The minute I move, the dogs are going to steal my spot. Just so you're prepared.
[As if cuddling them was not part of the draw to taking the wolf form...]
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So don't move. At least not right away.
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Ok. Are you fine like this, or would you rather be a wolf?
[Hector can cuddle with either, let's be real.]
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[Wolf would be too weird right now.
Alucard inches back just a little bit, so that he's just brushing against Hector. Pressure is going to be overwhelming in a bad way, but this? This is good.]
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Does the captain need you to report in early tomorrow?
[Alucard’s job is to repel any dangers the ship might face, so he’s not sure kind of hours it will run.]
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[Alucard sighs with a deep contentment as Hector's fingers brush over his hair. There's an attempt to reach across and take that hand but...no.
Boneless seems to be the word of the hour.]
I'll be awake in time, don't worry.
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Hmmm. You couldn't possibly be late....
[Because somebody wanted a wake-up call, didn't he? Hector lets his eyelids lower as he drowses.]
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[Alucard does drift off eventually. The ship is quiet. The dogs are snoring (which is adorable.) There is nothing but the soft rocking motion of the boat and the quiet of the sea to lull Alucard to sleep.
He rises quietly a little before dawn. One golden eye opens, then the next, and oh. His trousers are still open, he's utterly disheveled (guess who has amazing post-orgasm hair), and he has to work.]
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'morning.
[And look, if Alucard is already disheveled, there's no harm in ruffling him up a little more. Hector rolls over and nuzzles into Alucard's neck.]
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