[ The crown of D's head was sensitive. His hair wasn't often touched, never so fondly or lightly as Alucard does now. While he enjoys something rougher, substantial contact that can't be mistaken for anything other than it is, he likes this too.
He kisses the soft skin of Alucard's stomach just above his navel.
The sun was setting and illuminating the dhampir. It was appealing, alluring, and it drew D in, inspired hunger. His tongue traces and dips below the fabric, fingers pushing Alucard's pants down his hips until they're at his thighs, locking him in that position. ]
I would taste you.
[ Marking his hip comes first, a way to stake his claim on his Dominant, teeth gentle and mouth sucking. ]
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He kisses the soft skin of Alucard's stomach just above his navel.
The sun was setting and illuminating the dhampir. It was appealing, alluring, and it drew D in, inspired hunger. His tongue traces and dips below the fabric, fingers pushing Alucard's pants down his hips until they're at his thighs, locking him in that position. ]
I would taste you.
[ Marking his hip comes first, a way to stake his claim on his Dominant, teeth gentle and mouth sucking. ]