[Slowly, he releases him. When neither of Alucard's hands dart down, he hums in pleasure and strokes his fingers gently up the length of him, lingering against the tip.]
You are hot for it . . . poor thing. But hey: patience is a virtue, isn't it? You oughta be thanking me for teaching you.
[Not that he sounds all that virtuous as he pulls his hand back. Gripping his hips, he starts up his rhythm again, fucking into him eagerly. He doesn't hold back, not a bit-- but he does add, as he thrusts deep into him again:]
If you come before I say you can, you're gonna be real sorry.
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[Slowly, he releases him. When neither of Alucard's hands dart down, he hums in pleasure and strokes his fingers gently up the length of him, lingering against the tip.]
You are hot for it . . . poor thing. But hey: patience is a virtue, isn't it? You oughta be thanking me for teaching you.
[Not that he sounds all that virtuous as he pulls his hand back. Gripping his hips, he starts up his rhythm again, fucking into him eagerly. He doesn't hold back, not a bit-- but he does add, as he thrusts deep into him again:]
If you come before I say you can, you're gonna be real sorry.