[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.]
[Alucard starts showing off his strength, and Hector lets out a long, low groan. God, knowing that he's sleeping with a man who could break him is driving him wild. Don't kinkshame him, ok?
He bucks against Alucard's hand while trying to keep his upper half still so he doesn't nick those fangs.]
Yes. So good... [He's not too proud to beg, so he adds a breathless, 'please' as he writhes beneath Alucard's touch.]
[Sorry Hector the clock is stuck at kinkshame o'clock.
The fact Hector has to put so much effort into not getting impaled on fangs? That means he changes tactics, because even in all of this he knows better. Alucard's lips catch onto Hector's instead, the kisses mad and too fast and matching the new speed of Alucard's hand. There's moments of catch and release of Hector's noises, any additional pleases, all of it.]
[Alucard can do that. He can yank Hector's hair hard so that more of his neck is exposed, and use his tongue to drag uuuuup it far too slowly and with so much intent. He can continue to stroke Hector with ever increasing speed, sure that if he doesn't finish in the next few minutes, it will be a genuine shock.]
[It's practically a whimper. It is unfair, how sexy Alucard is. The hair tugging is just the right amount of hurt to intensify the pleasure of every other sensation his body is experiencing.
Alucard must be able to feel how fast his heart is beating as he licks over his pulse point on the way up his neck. Hector's fingers curl and his nails drag down Alucard's back. The tension winds tighter to the snapping point, and he doesn't know if he should push Alucard away or clutch him tighter.]
...I'm...close....
[He pants out the warning so if Alucard wants to spare himself the mess of Hector's orgasm, he can.]
[Alucard moves his face just enough so he can repeat the action on the other side of Hector's neck. His angle is weird, but that means he's pressing down against Hector 's chest. Oh, he felt the man's heartbeat already, but now it is thundering up against his chest in that there is such a thrill. He did that. He did that.
Any more and Hector might threaten to make Alucard want a second round. But no, he focuses on those last moments, hand still pumping up and down Hector's cock to finally tip him over the edge.]
[Hector screws his eyes shut and grasps at Alucard. The dhampir pressed against his chest keeps him from moving too much, but with Alucard taking care of him, he doesn't need to.
He bites his lip to keep from crying out when he reaches his peak. He shudders against Alucard and sags back against the couch, feeling completely weightless and blissfully empty.]
[Alucard's hand doesn't stop until he's sure that Hector is done. Sure, that means having a stickier than normal hand, but that's fine. Natural enough. When he does withdraw his hand, it just hangs off of Hector's side and dangles over the edge of the sofa.
He's not moving. He's going to just stay pressed against Hector for a little while, breathing in and out and drinking in the deeply satisfied silence.]
[Hector isn't moving, either, except for the rise and fall of his chest as his frantic heartbeat finally evens out. He may live on this couch now. Staying here, pressed tight against Alucard, is fine by him.
He thinks giddily, but is smart enough not to say, that the sound-proofing must have worked because Dracula hasn't burst into the room and killed him yet.
He nuzzles his cheek against Alucard's shoulder and sighs.]
Hmmm. Think there's enough room to get a bed in here?
I think that'd be a challenge. And make things obvious.
[Thinking ahead, doing more of this? Alucard isn't entirely sure it is a good idea. But shit. Hector underneath him like this, warm and flush and spent? That's a good argument to keep it going.
[There's a thoughtful rumble. Next time indeed, although Alucard knows that this sneaking around is far more dangerous with Dracula around. It isn't as if he'll be traveling soon.]
Yes, to slick.... Your paren-no, that is....you've read books about....
[Nope. Hector is bold, but he is floundering when it comes to asking Alucard what sex education he's had. Hector sags against the couch. He knows he's blushing now, and his only hope is that Alucard is too distracted to notice.]
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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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Don't kinkshame him, ok?He bucks against Alucard's hand while trying to keep his upper half still so he doesn't nick those fangs.]
Yes. So good... [He's not too proud to beg, so he adds a breathless, 'please' as he writhes beneath Alucard's touch.]
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Sorry Hector the clock is stuck at kinkshame o'clock.The fact Hector has to put so much effort into not getting impaled on fangs? That means he changes tactics, because even in all of this he knows better. Alucard's lips catch onto Hector's instead, the kisses mad and too fast and matching the new speed of Alucard's hand. There's moments of catch and release of Hector's noises, any additional pleases, all of it.]
What else do you want?
[A genuine question.]
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[Hector's words sound breathy to his own ears. How can they not be, though, when he's so close to the edge and Alucard is kissing him senseless?
He bucks against Alucard's hand more frantically. His face flushes with more than just exertion.]
And...keep pulling my hair.
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Harder?
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[It's practically a whimper. It is unfair, how sexy Alucard is. The hair tugging is just the right amount of hurt to intensify the pleasure of every other sensation his body is experiencing.
Alucard must be able to feel how fast his heart is beating as he licks over his pulse point on the way up his neck. Hector's fingers curl and his nails drag down Alucard's back. The tension winds tighter to the snapping point, and he doesn't know if he should push Alucard away or clutch him tighter.]
...I'm...close....
[He pants out the warning so if Alucard wants to spare himself the mess of Hector's orgasm, he can.]
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[Alucard moves his face just enough so he can repeat the action on the other side of Hector's neck. His angle is weird, but that means he's pressing down against Hector 's chest. Oh, he felt the man's heartbeat already, but now it is thundering up against his chest in that there is such a thrill. He did that. He did that.
Any more and Hector might threaten to make Alucard want a second round. But no, he focuses on those last moments, hand still pumping up and down Hector's cock to finally tip him over the edge.]
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He bites his lip to keep from crying out when he reaches his peak. He shudders against Alucard and sags back against the couch, feeling completely weightless and blissfully empty.]
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He's not moving. He's going to just stay pressed against Hector for a little while, breathing in and out and drinking in the deeply satisfied silence.]
Hmmmm.
[It's more like a happy rumble from a wolf.]
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He thinks giddily, but is smart enough not to say, that the sound-proofing must have worked because Dracula hasn't burst into the room and killed him yet.
He nuzzles his cheek against Alucard's shoulder and sighs.]
Hmmm. Think there's enough room to get a bed in here?
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[Thinking ahead, doing more of this? Alucard isn't entirely sure it is a good idea. But shit. Hector underneath him like this, warm and flush and spent? That's a good argument to keep it going.
Just as the fact his father hasn't shown up.]
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[Hector sighs again.]
Yeah, I guess it would. But it would be nice to have more room next time.
[He's trying to test the waters, to see if Alucard anticipates a repeat performance.]
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Pillows everywhere, perhaps?
[That's pretty easy to manage.]
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Yes, I think we could sneak them in with your family none the wiser.
[He resumes his stroking of Alucard's back, a lazy, soothing motion as his body starts to regain its senses.]
I could bring some oils from the kitchen, too, if you think we might need it next time.
[He is aiming for a casual tone, but he is so anxious and his face is basically on fire.]
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[Hector, are you petting the dhampir or petting the wolf? Because either way, he's pretty much a pile of content jelly from all of this.]
--Oil?
{GUESS WHAT HECTOR.]
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[Nope. Hector is bold, but he is floundering when it comes to asking Alucard what sex education he's had. Hector sags against the couch. He knows he's blushing now, and his only hope is that Alucard is too distracted to notice.]
...never mind....
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Alucard's laugh is soft and pressed against Hector's skin. He isn't moving for the next half hour, he's decided.]
Perhaps we shouldn't be rushing in that direction just yet.
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But it takes two to tango, and Hector's not going to push if Alucard isn't inclined to that particular dance.]
Alright. I do want those pillows, though. Even if it's just for lounging. [
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That can be arranged.
[[I don't know if we want to call it here and take a short break before s3 drops?]]
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