[There's a rough snort from Alucard as he's rolling into Kira, fangs dragging down his shoulder, another long cut left. Light and nonthreatening, but enough blood drawn for him to slide his tongue over to collect.]
It doesn't.
[Honestly, he doesn't mind nor care. Receiving or giving -- Alucard simply has a penchant for taking lead. He doesn't think less of it.
He reaches up, wrenching a hand into Kira's hair, pulling just enough to make sure he's pinned to the cot before Alucard is adjusting his position so he can properly fuck and pound into the other man. More of his strength, the more supernatural one, trickles through because he knows that Kira can take it. He won't break. He can't, not from Alucard.
And he reaches down, roughly placing his hand over Kira's, to stroke him, determined.]
no subject
It doesn't.
[Honestly, he doesn't mind nor care. Receiving or giving -- Alucard simply has a penchant for taking lead. He doesn't think less of it.
He reaches up, wrenching a hand into Kira's hair, pulling just enough to make sure he's pinned to the cot before Alucard is adjusting his position so he can properly fuck and pound into the other man. More of his strength, the more supernatural one, trickles through because he knows that Kira can take it. He won't break. He can't, not from Alucard.
And he reaches down, roughly placing his hand over Kira's, to stroke him, determined.]
Come for me.