[The way Alucard squirms in his lap makes him groan low, claws pricking at skin as he reflexively digs his fingers into Alucard's thigh. His heart rate is picking up, his breath a touch more ragged than before. There's a lot that's enjoyable about this position, and he relishes it, but still it's unfortunate that it's so hard to see Alucard's reactions when he's facing away. Something to think about for later.
At the moment, however, he's finding himself starting to feel warm — intensely warm, not with heat but with chroma burn more potent than he's felt before. He's not looking at his wrist, not thinking about anything except for Alucard at the moment, but if he were he'd see his chroma bank beginning to rise at a rapid rate, climbing higher with every passing second.]
Fuck, you're so...
[But the thought goes unfinished, as he strokes Alucard's cock wrapped in silk and tries to stay mindful of his reactions, how he shakes, just in case he's not quick enough himself to warn him of his climax.]
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At the moment, however, he's finding himself starting to feel warm — intensely warm, not with heat but with chroma burn more potent than he's felt before. He's not looking at his wrist, not thinking about anything except for Alucard at the moment, but if he were he'd see his chroma bank beginning to rise at a rapid rate, climbing higher with every passing second.]
Fuck, you're so...
[But the thought goes unfinished, as he strokes Alucard's cock wrapped in silk and tries to stay mindful of his reactions, how he shakes, just in case he's not quick enough himself to warn him of his climax.]
Adrian...