[He feels it. He definitely feels it, and that's not the only thing; he's starting to get turned on himself, and while it's not like he's keeping scrupulous track or anything, he knows deep down that Sanguis has exerted some kind of influence over his dick, as well as the rest of him. By touch alone, he's been able to tell — it's thicker, more ridged than it ought to be otherwise, but it's not like he's going to just go around obsessing over weird moon changes to his cock so up until now, he's mostly tried to put it out of his mind.
But not anymore. There's no putting this out of his mind, not when he's starting to stand at attention himself and fuck, there's literally no chance Alucard isn't going to feel...all of that.
Shit. He'll worry about it later. He's busy now.]
Fuck, you're really wet...
[It's like it was before, on the couch with the towels, only this is probably better; much easier to make a mess when the tile will wash. He tries to think back to the toy they'd used that time, how Alucard had moved on it, and makes his hand follow a similar rhythm to try to repeat it as best he can.]
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But not anymore. There's no putting this out of his mind, not when he's starting to stand at attention himself and fuck, there's literally no chance Alucard isn't going to feel...all of that.
Shit. He'll worry about it later. He's busy now.]
Fuck, you're really wet...
[It's like it was before, on the couch with the towels, only this is probably better; much easier to make a mess when the tile will wash. He tries to think back to the toy they'd used that time, how Alucard had moved on it, and makes his hand follow a similar rhythm to try to repeat it as best he can.]
Tell...tell me when you're close, okay...?