[His fingers tighten in his hair, subtle encouragement-- but just feeling isn't enough, not after a moment. Sitting up on one elbow, he stares down at him openly, his eyes darting around: focusing on the way his mouth looks, so red and wet, the way his fingers grip his hips so tightly, the way his hair tumbles forward, golden strands looking almost white in the moonlight.
God, but he's pretty. Even prettier with Greed's cock in his mouth, frankly, and he moans again as he watches him. Even those little cuts with his fangs have taken a pleasing shape; minor pain easily vanished, and it makes Alucard all the messier, spit and blood and precome all mixing together to make him look a wreck.
He'll look even worse when Greed is done with him, he thinks happily, and grins as he pushes his head head forcibly. More, both because it feels good and because he wants to see how Alucard will react.]
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[His fingers tighten in his hair, subtle encouragement-- but just feeling isn't enough, not after a moment. Sitting up on one elbow, he stares down at him openly, his eyes darting around: focusing on the way his mouth looks, so red and wet, the way his fingers grip his hips so tightly, the way his hair tumbles forward, golden strands looking almost white in the moonlight.
God, but he's pretty. Even prettier with Greed's cock in his mouth, frankly, and he moans again as he watches him. Even those little cuts with his fangs have taken a pleasing shape; minor pain easily vanished, and it makes Alucard all the messier, spit and blood and precome all mixing together to make him look a wreck.
He'll look even worse when Greed is done with him, he thinks happily, and grins as he pushes his head head forcibly. More, both because it feels good and because he wants to see how Alucard will react.]