[Squirming, Alucard gives another helpless thrust into Jotaro's hand, shuddering at how smooth and soft it is. It'd be easy to just chase after the feeling until he was done, but he meant what he said: he doesn't want to ruin the kimono, so he has to steel himself and resist.
It makes him whimper, the way his legs are pushed apart more. If he really wanted, he could close them, keep some dignity and decency -- but he doesn't. He has no desire to, and likes the rush of obscenity running through him. So he keeps them apart, lets Jotaro arrange his as he'd like.]
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[Squirming, Alucard gives another helpless thrust into Jotaro's hand, shuddering at how smooth and soft it is. It'd be easy to just chase after the feeling until he was done, but he meant what he said: he doesn't want to ruin the kimono, so he has to steel himself and resist.
It makes him whimper, the way his legs are pushed apart more. If he really wanted, he could close them, keep some dignity and decency -- but he doesn't. He has no desire to, and likes the rush of obscenity running through him. So he keeps them apart, lets Jotaro arrange his as he'd like.]
It's good.