[He knows that he should continue their conversation but at that breathless sound of Rhy's voice, the curl of his fingers against his cheek. Alucard wants nothing more than to lean into that touch. To turn his face against Rhy's palm and press a kiss against the warmth of the skin he finds there. It's a liberty, he knows. One he's not certain he's welcome to anymore. Then again, he's pretty sure that sort of reasoning has never stopped him before.]
I think it is safe to say that neither of us expected anything like this.
[At last he gives into his temptations, turning his head to press a kiss to Rhy's hand, his fingers curling against the tangle of iridescent threads above the younger man's heart. Moving his other hand to cup Rhy's hand in place as he murmurs against his skin:]
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I think it is safe to say that neither of us expected anything like this.
[At last he gives into his temptations, turning his head to press a kiss to Rhy's hand, his fingers curling against the tangle of iridescent threads above the younger man's heart. Moving his other hand to cup Rhy's hand in place as he murmurs against his skin:]
Do you so object to my company?