He is beautiful all of the time. Both of them are, whether they're covered in fire and blood or starlight and cold air or sweat and each other's limbs. He's had to get used to it, at least a little, else he'd be staring and distracted every minute of every day. But then Alucard decides to look like this and he knows that no, he is never going to fucking get used to this. ]
You're never going to convince either of us to behave, looking at us like that.
[ But damn if it isn't a convincing argument to stay.
He can't reach Alucard's neck quite as easily anymore, not with his head turned like this. But he can reach his lips, just about. He bites down on Alucard's lower lip (softly, because they were supposed to be being gentle) for just a second before releasing it and kissing it lightly instead. ]
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He is beautiful all of the time. Both of them are, whether they're covered in fire and blood or starlight and cold air or sweat and each other's limbs. He's had to get used to it, at least a little, else he'd be staring and distracted every minute of every day. But then Alucard decides to look like this and he knows that no, he is never going to fucking get used to this. ]
You're never going to convince either of us to behave, looking at us like that.
[ But damn if it isn't a convincing argument to stay.
He can't reach Alucard's neck quite as easily anymore, not with his head turned like this. But he can reach his lips, just about. He bites down on Alucard's lower lip (softly, because they were supposed to be being gentle) for just a second before releasing it and kissing it lightly instead. ]