[Alucard's fingers in his hair, the way he's being held tight -- it's wonderful, lovely in a way he's still grateful for being able to have the chance to experience.
He continues to sheath himself in Alucard's tightness, letting out a low gasp of his own. One hand curls down, strokes over the dhampir's stomach -- he rakes his nails gently over the skin there, light scratches to the sensitive flesh.]
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He continues to sheath himself in Alucard's tightness, letting out a low gasp of his own. One hand curls down, strokes over the dhampir's stomach -- he rakes his nails gently over the skin there, light scratches to the sensitive flesh.]