[Except that was exactly what Alucard wanted to hear. Alucard's lips start right where his jawline and neck meet, and then? Then the kissing begins.
Alucard's lips travel slowly, and there are two reasons for this. The first? Pure anticipation. The second is so that Alucard can unbutton a little of Hector's shirt so that there's more neck to explore. So it goes, lower and lower and lower until hitting Hector's collar bone.
There's no biting though, not yet. Alucard repositions his hands first, the one that was unbuttoning Hector's shirt now firmly grasping his ass.]
[Maybe Hector's right. That they both want this and want this badly. It's enough for Alucard to take a tiny, tiny nip at Hector's skin with his front teeth, being so careful not to do any damage.
Yes. Yes he wants more of this. He knows by how Hector presses against him and how his heaertbeat thunders in Alucard's ears.]
Yes. Do it.
[Words muffled against skin. Alucard picks his head up and repeats them.]
[Hector groans happily. One hand drops to Alucard's butt to give it a squeeze, and he uses his other to start tugging Alucard's shirt up to expose his stomach.]
You can do it harder.
[The squeezing, the biting, all of it. Hector can take it, and he wants more. He trails his fingers up Alucard's stomach, and then back down, slowly, questioning, at the waistband of his pants.]
[Where do you want his arms to go Hector? Up and over his head so you can get rid of that shirt, or still grabbing your ass? There's a lot happening right now, and so Alucard gives that ass another squeeze for being the easiest option.
Fuck though. Alucard leans back a little, giving Hector room to undo the belt Alucard has on.]
Remove what you want now before things get too tangled.
[Hector gives Alucard's lips a quick peck, then leans back so he can strip off his shirt without any fanfare. He tosses it aside and goes in for Alucard's belt, leaving the shirt for now. He unhooks the belt and slides it out of the belt loops of his pants. If they were more experienced lovers, he might be tempted to put the belt to use, but for now, his goal is just to touch Alucard, as thoroughly and as often as he is allowed.
Hector slips his hand into Alucard's pants and cups his cock as he leans back in to kiss at his neck.]
[This is good. A lot, but good. It shows on Alucard's face when he looks up at Hector, a faint blush of color to his cheeks and pupils wider than before. His other hand moves up just as Hector's hand starts to fondle his cock. For that touch, Alucard gropes at Hector's chest, a shuddery sigh following.]
Yes. Please. [He's being good and polite. And not even thinking about what belts can be used for in this situation.]
[That blush on Alucard's pale cheeks has Hector's heart melting. He would do anything Alucard asks.
He slides his fingers down the length of Alucard's cock and encircles it more tightly on the way back up. The hand on his chest sends a shiver down his spine as he strokes.]
I've wanted this every day since then. It's been hell, not touching you.
Yes. There's only one way to get it out of my memories.
[He pushes Alucard back and kisses down his chest.]
If I make you come here, I won't have to recall that terrible mattress ever again.
[He withdraws his hand from the pants and brings both to grip Alucard's hips. He pushes the pants down to bare more of Alucard's skin to the open air.]
[Oh. Oh. Those kisses against his chest get a heavy sigh heavily. There's less grabbing at Hector's chest, and instead Alucard's hand goes so it can tangle up in his hair.]
You have to finish as well.
[Fair is fair in Alucard's estimation. Just as fair right now is lifting his hips up to make trouser removal easier.]
If you could see yourself right now, you'd know there's not a chance I won't.
[Alucard well-kept is a sight to behold, but Alucard mussed is impossibly hot.
He noses further down into the wide neck of Alucard's shirt to find and lick at a nipple. He can't go too far with Alucard's hand in his hair, though he doesn't mind moving enough to feel the tug.]
Have you thought about the other things I offered? All the ways we could make each other finish?
[There. Pants are at his knees, as are underpants. Alucard imagines that he should feel colder than he does.
The hand in Hector's hair sees the pads of Alucard's fingers scratch and stroke against his scalp. It isn't much, but it's nice. A way to keep himself even keeled, until Hector licks at his chest and fucking hell his shudder is paired with aloud moan.]
[Hector shifts, finds the other nipple, and lavishes the same treatment on it. Alucard is petting and scratching him like a pet, and Hector basks in the attention. He's flushed and eager, lacking the patience to tease Alucard and draw this out.]
[He's maybe begging. A little. Because the attention is already overwhelming and he knows that this has to be a test of how soundproof the room is, not a true evening together.]
[Hector slides down Alucard's body until his head is level with Alucard's lap. He looks up at Alucard's flushed face, winks, and wraps his lips around the tip of his cock.]
[He can do that. In fact it's about all Alucard can manage, nails starting to scrape against Hector's scalp.
Alucard's touched himself before all of this. The boat was so much, but it wasn't an entirely new experience. Just another set of hands and new sensations. This, however, is truly uncharted territory.
The noise Alucard makes is somehow squeaky and deep at the same time. and it comes with an accidental yank of Hector's hair. To be that that enveloped in warmth, even though it's just the tip, that's a wonderful new experience.]
[Hector moans at the nails, then at the tugging. Every pull goes straight to his cock.
He swirls his tongue around the tip of Alucard's dick, then takes a little more of it into his mouth. His hands run up and down Alucard's thighs, caressing and making sure he doesn't make any sudden movements while his cock is between Hector's lips.]
[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.]
[He takes Alucard's cock back in his mouth and reaches up to hold one hand on the back of Alucard's, pushing his head forward, demonstrating what to do. He doesn't mind if Alucard pulls or scratches while he does it.]
[Alucard's cock twitches just a little as Hector leans forward. There's something hissed, maybe it's good God or maybe it's just an attempt at making works that fails. Either way, Alucard's hands are unsteady as they find new purchase in Hector's hair. His right grabs all the way in the back. His left instead rests on Hector's cheek, thumb rubbing a slow and careful circle there. He isn't sure what Hector is feeling right now or how it compares to how all of Alucard's nerves feel like they're on fire.]
If anything is wrong, please tell me.
[He can't abide harming anyone for his pleasure.
Alucard thrusts so carefully into Hector's mouth.]
[Hector hums his acknowledgement, then relaxes his mouth so he can take more of Alucard in. He feels drunk on power, making Alucard lose this much control. His own cock is rock-hard in his pants.
He lets go of Alucard's hand and brings one hand to Alucard's ass to urge him up and deeper in, slowly at firstun til he can adjust to the feel of it.
The other hand, he strokes down Alucard's shaft, and further down to tickle at his balls. Hector is focusing on giving Alucard all these new sensations, even if they aren't destined to last for long.]
[Alucard has just enough control left in him to not roll his hips all the way. The hand on his ass makes it an extreme challenge though, but he manages. Inch by inch. Tiny thrust after tiny thrust, golden eyes focused on Hector and his own dick.
Which means he's also watching Hector touch what isn't inside his mouth. The touch to his balls gets a sharp moan and a sharper tug of Hector's hair, all thanks to the sensory overload.
But like this isn't fair to Hector. So Alucard gingerly moves one of his legs, and tries to rub it close to Hector's thigh. Anything to share this feeling.]
[Hector feels Alucard's leg shift between his thighs, and he rocks forward to rub his cock against it. It's not enough, but it helps take the edge off while he sucks.
He reaches the end of what he can fit into his mouth without choking, so he pulls his head back and then takes Alucard's shaft again, a little faster and a little more sure of it this time. He gives Alucard's butt another squeeze, reassuring him that Hector is doing just fine.
[Alucard makes sure his leg presses against Hector harder. He knows it isn't enough, not by a long shot, but he isn't sure how else to make it clear he's concerned and invested in Hector's own pleasure. Being the sole focus of so much attention is hard and--
--a very low groan escapes, rising up from the pit of Alucard's stomach. It's a sign of being closer, along with the sweat starting to gather against his chest. The groan is tempered by softer, shorter breaths, along with Alucard's hips moving forward again.
They've both figured out how much of Alucard Hector can take. That's important, and the next thrust tries to match Hector's confidence.]
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That sounds more like what you want.
[Except that was exactly what Alucard wanted to hear. Alucard's lips start right where his jawline and neck meet, and then? Then the kissing begins.
Alucard's lips travel slowly, and there are two reasons for this. The first? Pure anticipation. The second is so that Alucard can unbutton a little of Hector's shirt so that there's more neck to explore. So it goes, lower and lower and lower until hitting Hector's collar bone.
There's no biting though, not yet. Alucard repositions his hands first, the one that was unbuttoning Hector's shirt now firmly grasping his ass.]
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[Hector leans his head to the side to give Alucard a wider expanse of skin to explore. He shivers with as he feels Alucard's breath on his skin.
Hands go for his ass, and he arches up as he feels those strong fingers squeeze.]
Oh god. I wanna touch you, too. Say I can.
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Yes. Yes he wants more of this. He knows by how Hector presses against him and how his heaertbeat thunders in Alucard's ears.]
Yes. Do it.
[Words muffled against skin. Alucard picks his head up and repeats them.]
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You can do it harder.
[The squeezing, the biting, all of it. Hector can take it, and he wants more. He trails his fingers up Alucard's stomach, and then back down, slowly, questioning, at the waistband of his pants.]
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Fuck though. Alucard leans back a little, giving Hector room to undo the belt Alucard has on.]
Remove what you want now before things get too tangled.
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Hector slips his hand into Alucard's pants and cups his cock as he leans back in to kiss at his neck.]
Can I touch you like I did on the ship?
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Yes. Please. [He's being good and polite. And not even thinking about what belts can be used for in this situation.]
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He slides his fingers down the length of Alucard's cock and encircles it more tightly on the way back up. The hand on his chest sends a shiver down his spine as he strokes.]
I've wanted this every day since then. It's been hell, not touching you.
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[Here is so much nicer. Warmer. Softer, and Alucard's head tips back just a little more as Hector's hand moves up the shaft of his cock.]
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[He pushes Alucard back and kisses down his chest.]
If I make you come here, I won't have to recall that terrible mattress ever again.
[He withdraws his hand from the pants and brings both to grip Alucard's hips. He pushes the pants down to bare more of Alucard's skin to the open air.]
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You have to finish as well.
[Fair is fair in Alucard's estimation. Just as fair right now is lifting his hips up to make trouser removal easier.]
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If you could see yourself right now, you'd know there's not a chance I won't.
[Alucard well-kept is a sight to behold, but Alucard mussed is impossibly hot.
He noses further down into the wide neck of Alucard's shirt to find and lick at a nipple. He can't go too far with Alucard's hand in his hair, though he doesn't mind moving enough to feel the tug.]
Have you thought about the other things I offered? All the ways we could make each other finish?
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The hand in Hector's hair sees the pads of Alucard's fingers scratch and stroke against his scalp. It isn't much, but it's nice. A way to keep himself even keeled, until Hector licks at his chest and fucking hell his shudder is paired with aloud moan.]
Yes...I....that should happen now.
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Mmmmmh. Can I put my mouth on you?
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[He's maybe begging. A little. Because the attention is already overwhelming and he knows that this has to be a test of how soundproof the room is, not a true evening together.]
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[Hector slides down Alucard's body until his head is level with Alucard's lap. He looks up at Alucard's flushed face, winks, and wraps his lips around the tip of his cock.]
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[He can do that. In fact it's about all Alucard can manage, nails starting to scrape against Hector's scalp.
Alucard's touched himself before all of this. The boat was so much, but it wasn't an entirely new experience. Just another set of hands and new sensations. This, however, is truly uncharted territory.
The noise Alucard makes is somehow squeaky and deep at the same time. and it comes with an accidental yank of Hector's hair. To be that that enveloped in warmth, even though it's just the tip, that's a wonderful new experience.]
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He swirls his tongue around the tip of Alucard's dick, then takes a little more of it into his mouth. His hands run up and down Alucard's thighs, caressing and making sure he doesn't make any sudden movements while his cock is between Hector's lips.]
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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.
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Show me how you want it.
[He takes Alucard's cock back in his mouth and reaches up to hold one hand on the back of Alucard's, pushing his head forward, demonstrating what to do. He doesn't mind if Alucard pulls or scratches while he does it.]
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If anything is wrong, please tell me.
[He can't abide harming anyone for his pleasure.
Alucard thrusts so carefully into Hector's mouth.]
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He lets go of Alucard's hand and brings one hand to Alucard's ass to urge him up and deeper in, slowly at firstun til he can adjust to the feel of it.
The other hand, he strokes down Alucard's shaft, and further down to tickle at his balls. Hector is focusing on giving Alucard all these new sensations, even if they aren't destined to last for long.]
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Which means he's also watching Hector touch what isn't inside his mouth. The touch to his balls gets a sharp moan and a sharper tug of Hector's hair, all thanks to the sensory overload.
But like this isn't fair to Hector. So Alucard gingerly moves one of his legs, and tries to rub it close to Hector's thigh. Anything to share this feeling.]
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He reaches the end of what he can fit into his mouth without choking, so he pulls his head back and then takes Alucard's shaft again, a little faster and a little more sure of it this time. He gives Alucard's butt another squeeze, reassuring him that Hector is doing just fine.
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--a very low groan escapes, rising up from the pit of Alucard's stomach. It's a sign of being closer, along with the sweat starting to gather against his chest. The groan is tempered by softer, shorter breaths, along with Alucard's hips moving forward again.
They've both figured out how much of Alucard Hector can take. That's important, and the next thrust tries to match Hector's confidence.]
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