[ 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. ]
[A shudder exhales against D's mouth as he's pulled closer, their hips flush and impossible to ignore how hard he himself is feeling. Alucard parts his mouth from D's, nuzzling up to his ear.]
Here?
[He doesn't sound opposed whatsoever, less subtle as he grinds up against the other dhampir.]
[ Alucard was tactile, more so than D would have imagined him to be. It's his own preconceived notions that had him thinking this. D was not the most affectionate and didn't often touch someone else intimately. But the dhampir, blond and alluring and so graceful, was everything D desired in a partner. ]
Unless you want to go?
[ The way he pushes his hips closer says otherwise but it wouldn't take them much to leave the roof. However, D has found himself in the arms of another who has given him his freedom. It's not repayment, but gratitude that has him pushing back, a firm hand on Alucard's hip as he lowers himself to his knees. ]
I'd like to stay.
[ Where he can see the sky above and the scent of the ocean brushes against their skin. His hands move to undo Alucard's belt, his pants. ]
No, no. I cannot think of elsewhere I'd rather be right now.
[Everything else right at this moment could go to hell; he knows too horribly how alone he will be in Wallachia, and no one else will understand him the ways D does and will.
He'll take this gladly, like a starved hound in the night.
Gently, one hand smooths into D's beautiful hair, marveling quietly at it before he sighs and works off his belts with the other hand to give him help.]
[ 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. ]
[A soft gasp is pulled from Alucard as he feels the other dhampir's tongue along his skin -- then a stifled cry at the teeth, his hips twitching, letting him.]
I am all yours to have, D.
[The words are murmured like a promise, his fingers tightening into dark hair. Never to pry him away, but to hold onto because there's little else he can do at the moment.
But he would welcome his Submissive in any which he desires.]
[ D drinks up that sound, that soft gasp, that stifled cry and the way Alucard's body moves in his hands. His mouth travels lower but his eyes shift up the dhampir's lean frame to see his face. The glow of the setting sun and all that blond hair that D wasn't to tangle his fingers into one more time. ]
Then hold me.
[ His fingers curl around Alucard's cock, stroking gently, learning what he likes and what results in the sweetest responses. When Alucard grows stiff in his hand, he'll taste with his tongue, licking across the head and taking the tip into his mouth.
And as he moves his head forward, taking in more, his other hand presses at Alucard's lower back so that he can't control what D does. Let him, the gesture suggests. ]
[D's mouth isn't too far from his own temperature. Colder, of course, but he doesn't recoil once he feels the hunter's mouth on his cock. While his hands curl tight against D's hair, fingers against his scalp, he does quickly find that he can't move much.
So he lets go with a shuddering sigh, gazing down at D as he works Alucard's cock into his mouth. It is such a pretty sight, and he quivers pleasantly against him.]
[ In another encounter he'd allow Alucard to take control. He was open to the idea of experiencing something of that nature with the other dhampir. But this time, on the roof during the setting sun, D wanted to express how he felt over their contract in a physical way.
It wasn't much but it was all he had to offer.
He moves his head, slowly, back and forth as he sucks at the cock in his mouth. It's not muscle memory as much as it is testing and experimental. He wants to learn Alucard. What he likes and prefers. What he wants. ]
[Unabashedly, he's already considered D to be beautiful, but his gaze is set down to watching D's lips around his cock, his head moving to work him over. There is a part of him that desperately wants to move, but he doesn't steal that away from D, letting him control the pace and how much he takes in.
He gasps softly, trembling against the hunter the more he feels his tongue, his fingers scratching against D's scalp. Alucard moans, fingers resuming to combing through D's hair.]
Good. It's good. [His voice is barely above a whisper, but so deeply appreciative.]
[ D isn't sexually inclined. His nature might push him towards seducing others for gains but he's almost.. bored with sex, as it is. He hadn't known or made assumptions about sex with Alucard but the dhampir is already proving to interest him in sex again.
He's vocal and reactive. Lightly touching his hair which he'd never known that he would enjoy.
Alucard's voice is soft and appreciative as if D was bestowing some great gift upon him and that was more appealing than anything else. He sucks harder, twists his wrist in little delicate turns, grips Alucard's hip and pushes him forward in a simulation of fucking. ]
Oh. [The cry is small and soft, as if surprised at how D manages the pace. He wishes he could properly describe it, but it does feel incredibly intimate like this. It's oral sex, but D is giving him such attention, such an effort to make him feel good.
His hips tremble, his fingers twitching against D's hair. Alucard's breathing becomes heavier, closer to panting. Alucard hunches slightly and finds himself straining, unable to chase after D's mouth as he continues to control the pace.]
D-- [His voice is still a whisper, as if he's afraid anything louder will somehow break this moment.] I'm going to-- I can't hold back.
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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. ]
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Here?
[He doesn't sound opposed whatsoever, less subtle as he grinds up against the other dhampir.]
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Unless you want to go?
[ The way he pushes his hips closer says otherwise but it wouldn't take them much to leave the roof. However, D has found himself in the arms of another who has given him his freedom. It's not repayment, but gratitude that has him pushing back, a firm hand on Alucard's hip as he lowers himself to his knees. ]
I'd like to stay.
[ Where he can see the sky above and the scent of the ocean brushes against their skin. His hands move to undo Alucard's belt, his pants. ]
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[Everything else right at this moment could go to hell; he knows too horribly how alone he will be in Wallachia, and no one else will understand him the ways D does and will.
He'll take this gladly, like a starved hound in the night.
Gently, one hand smooths into D's beautiful hair, marveling quietly at it before he sighs and works off his belts with the other hand to give him help.]
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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. ]
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I am all yours to have, D.
[The words are murmured like a promise, his fingers tightening into dark hair. Never to pry him away, but to hold onto because there's little else he can do at the moment.
But he would welcome his Submissive in any which he desires.]
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Then hold me.
[ His fingers curl around Alucard's cock, stroking gently, learning what he likes and what results in the sweetest responses. When Alucard grows stiff in his hand, he'll taste with his tongue, licking across the head and taking the tip into his mouth.
And as he moves his head forward, taking in more, his other hand presses at Alucard's lower back so that he can't control what D does. Let him, the gesture suggests. ]
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So he lets go with a shuddering sigh, gazing down at D as he works Alucard's cock into his mouth. It is such a pretty sight, and he quivers pleasantly against him.]
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It wasn't much but it was all he had to offer.
He moves his head, slowly, back and forth as he sucks at the cock in his mouth. It's not muscle memory as much as it is testing and experimental. He wants to learn Alucard. What he likes and prefers. What he wants. ]
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He gasps softly, trembling against the hunter the more he feels his tongue, his fingers scratching against D's scalp. Alucard moans, fingers resuming to combing through D's hair.]
Good. It's good. [His voice is barely above a whisper, but so deeply appreciative.]
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He's vocal and reactive. Lightly touching his hair which he'd never known that he would enjoy.
Alucard's voice is soft and appreciative as if D was bestowing some great gift upon him and that was more appealing than anything else. He sucks harder, twists his wrist in little delicate turns, grips Alucard's hip and pushes him forward in a simulation of fucking. ]
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His hips tremble, his fingers twitching against D's hair. Alucard's breathing becomes heavier, closer to panting. Alucard hunches slightly and finds himself straining, unable to chase after D's mouth as he continues to control the pace.]
D-- [His voice is still a whisper, as if he's afraid anything louder will somehow break this moment.] I'm going to-- I can't hold back.