can I get some uhhh Dominant Alucard? 👀
In the stillness of the night air, you can’t help but feel loud in the way your body reacts to his touch. The way your heartbeat thumps like a hammer to an anvil within your chest, or how your blood rushes in your ears like a waterfall. Even still, you can’t be entirely imagining the sound of ripping cloth as each layer comes loose from your body to fall around your feet.
Even so, you don’t do anything to muffle it--you can’t do anything to muffle it, and that precisely is what sends an even greater thrill buzzing through your body; the grip of one hand pinning your wrists above your head as another moves down your form to rid you of one layer of clothing after another.
“If only you knew how it feels to see you like this,” your partner hisses, his lips to your throat. The gentlest pressure of fangs make your heart skip a beat--perhaps even two. “Helpless and needing, I always wondered how my father’s kind--my kind--found it so...arousing.”
The man’s voice has an unfamiliar depth to it, a gentle waver that breaks his facade of calm--you don’t need to see Alucard’s face to know that his face is flushed, nor do you need his clothes off to feel an aching pressure grinding against your hip.
“Do you want it like this?”
His question catches you mildly off-guard, if only because you didn’t expect to be asked such a thing in the heated moments of the act. When Alucard pulls back enough to look at you, his eyes meet yours, glowing like gold in the dim moonlight. They are sharp and beautiful.
Eyes of a predator.
You nod after a moment when thoughts have cleared enough to register both his question and your enthusiastic answer, and the single motion is all it takes for him to press back against you once more. He smiles against the sensitive, bare skin of your throat, fangs pressing harder still against the jump of your pulse.
Teasing. Curious. Interested.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” he murmurs cryptically, as if whispering a secret. “It takes no hearing of mine to feel it jump when I press against you; have you yearned to be ravished like this before?”
Your lips part, but only a strained moan drips from them as Alucard starts to kiss and suck gentle marks over the curve of your neck. There was probably an answer somewhere within the noise, but it’s a hopeless cause to speak it coherently while your lover seems determined to leave you wordless.
“Like a beast of the night descends upon such an innocent soul,” the man whispers on, still against your skin, between each kiss. “Determined to leave them sweetly debauched by sunrise--I do believe I caught you once reading that exact passage in a book once.”
He grinds his hips forward, reminding you of the few layers of clothes left on your body and the heat between your legs.
And when you feel the quickening of your heart to the sound of such promise in his words, the man merely chuckles, his breath warm and ticklish against your skin.
“And I’ll be happy to make it a reality, dear one.”