[ His hat is knocked askew, flipping off and sliding across the concrete roof. It doesn't go far, pushed by the wind until it catches on chrome duct work, snagged and kept for when he isn't so occupied and distracted.
D is more than his lineage. Monster, vampire, but more than. That doesn't mean that the deep rumble from Alucard doesn't excite him in ways he hasn't felt before. It does. It inspires him to open his mouth and move his tongue, rock his body forward in subtle shifts.
Hands slipping down, he grips Alucard's hips to drag him closer. ]
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D is more than his lineage. Monster, vampire, but more than. That doesn't mean that the deep rumble from Alucard doesn't excite him in ways he hasn't felt before. It does. It inspires him to open his mouth and move his tongue, rock his body forward in subtle shifts.
Hands slipping down, he grips Alucard's hips to drag him closer. ]