[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.]
[Oh, don't worry Alucard, Hector can feel how hard it is for you.
Hector groans as Alucard starts moving in earnest to take pleasure from his mouth. He works his hand faster on the base of Alucard's shaft. Alucard's flesh is so warm now, flushed with pleasure, and Hector keeps looking up from his cock to watch Alucard come undone.]
[Alucard can feel Hector's eyes on him. In fact, he can feel just about every inch of Hector at this point, and that thought provokes the hardest yank of Hector's hair yet. His hips speed but--
--One important question that he needs to get out.]
[Hector exhales a long breath from his nose. He wants to taste Alucard, but he knows how concerned Alucard is about accidentally spreading vampirism. They haven't talked about what fluids other than blood could do.
He pulls his head back and releases Alucard's cock with a wet pop.]
Come on my chest.
[His voice is hoarse and breathless. He wraps both hands around the spit-slick cock and pumps it so Alucard doesn't lose his momentum.]
[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.]
[Hector jerks Alucard's cock until it begins to spurt. As Alucard comes, he drags Hector forward by the hair, and Hector kisses and licks his stomach while the dhampir shudders.
The come is hot and sticky on his chest. Hector runs a finger through it and brings it to his lips to taste. Not much different from human seed.]
It's...a good thing...we didn't try this on the ship.
[Alucard is loud and Hector loves it. He rocks against Alucard's leg, still so turned on.]
[It's better, Alucard thinks, being kissed during this moment anyway. The warmth of Hector's lips against his stomach is just right, and his hands keep moving through Hector's hair after he finishes. They're shakier now, with Alucard so adrift in his own thoughts and pleasure. They're trying to not forget Hector in all of this.]
Extremely wise.
[But then he feels Hector against his leg, and Alucard is a little more anchored.]
[Hector could come just from the thought of his cock in Alucard's mouth, but he's all too aware of those fangs. There are other ways, just as good, with less danger.
Hector crawls back up the couch so he is eye level with Alucard.]
Use your hands. Stroke me the way you stroke yourself when you get off.
[He unfastens his pants and shoves them down so Alucard has unhindered access.]
[We don't put fangs near dicks Hector. That's a household rule.
In the few moments it takes for Hector to join Alucard on the couch? Alucard's breathing struggles to steady itself, and the rest of his mind demands his focus turn to Hector rather than himself. It helps, having instructions.
[Oh, Hector doesn't mind Alucard getting bossy. Not at all. He grins, and drapes himself against the other side of the couch. He gropes blindly for his discarded shirt to wipe up the mess on his chest so Alucard doesn't get it on him.]
[Very carefully, Alucard angles himself so that he's resting between Hector and the back of the sofa, leaned on his side. It's close. Which is rather the point, and Alucard makes a point to nuzzle against Hector's neck.
It's to steady himself as well as tease Hector just a little. Alucard's still too warm, and his hair matted and puffed out. His hand reaches down, taking Hector for a moment, doing little more than just wrapping around him.]
[Hector tips his head to bare his neck for Alucard as he leans in. He inhales sharply and holds it in as Alucard starts his teasing touches.
Turnabout is fair play, technically, but it doesn't mean it isn't also torturous. Hector's hips twitch, and he sneaks a hand around his lover and strokes his fingers up and down Alucard's back.]
[The hand against his back? That helps immensely. Focus returns to Alucard the more Hector strokes, and in turn that means Alucard's own work is far more clear eyed.
His strokes start out as so firm, moving base to tip with a very pointed display of vampire strength. Then? It becomes lighter. Just for a few strokes. Repeat.
Alucard's lips soon start to kiss against Hector's neck. Those are feather light, always teasing his fangs but never quite getting there.]
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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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Hector groans as Alucard starts moving in earnest to take pleasure from his mouth. He works his hand faster on the base of Alucard's shaft. Alucard's flesh is so warm now, flushed with pleasure, and Hector keeps looking up from his cock to watch Alucard come undone.]
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--One important question that he needs to get out.]
Where do you want me to finish?
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He pulls his head back and releases Alucard's cock with a wet pop.]
Come on my chest.
[His voice is hoarse and breathless. He wraps both hands around the spit-slick cock and pumps it so Alucard doesn't lose his momentum.]
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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.]
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The come is hot and sticky on his chest. Hector runs a finger through it and brings it to his lips to taste. Not much different from human seed.]
It's...a good thing...we didn't try this on the ship.
[Alucard is loud and Hector loves it. He rocks against Alucard's leg, still so turned on.]
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Extremely wise.
[But then he feels Hector against his leg, and Alucard is a little more anchored.]
Mm. Tell me how you want to finish.
[Want me to finish you. Words are hard.]
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Hector crawls back up the couch so he is eye level with Alucard.]
Use your hands. Stroke me the way you stroke yourself when you get off.
[He unfastens his pants and shoves them down so Alucard has unhindered access.]
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In the few moments it takes for Hector to join Alucard on the couch? Alucard's breathing struggles to steady itself, and the rest of his mind demands his focus turn to Hector rather than himself. It helps, having instructions.
But in turn, Alucard gives one of his own.]
Lie down on your end.
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It's to steady himself as well as tease Hector just a little. Alucard's still too warm, and his hair matted and puffed out. His hand reaches down, taking Hector for a moment, doing little more than just wrapping around him.]
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Turnabout is fair play, technically, but it doesn't mean it isn't also torturous. Hector's hips twitch, and he sneaks a hand around his lover and strokes his fingers up and down Alucard's back.]
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His strokes start out as so firm, moving base to tip with a very pointed display of vampire strength. Then? It becomes lighter. Just for a few strokes. Repeat.
Alucard's lips soon start to kiss against Hector's neck. Those are feather light, always teasing his fangs but never quite getting there.]
Like that?
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