[It's a beautiful look on Connor; Alucard enjoys himself more and more, watching how the android reacts to the entire thing. Rolling into him, touching him -- and he's hungry for more of that. He wants to know, so badly, what Connor likes most. He wants to learn it all, even if it would be impossible to do in a day.

Alucard smiles broadly at the confirmation, that Connor has no limits. Though he himself does, he can go on for quite sometime. It's absolutely thrilling to know that Connor can keep up with him.]

I want you to finish as many times as you find pleasurable. I want you, more than anything, to feel good. I would watch you complete, again and again.

[Though he knows that the skin is synthetic it's still odd to see it unravel just a bit, just enough to reveal white, almost porcelain looking fingertips. It doesn't bother him in the least. Honestly, it only earns his curiosity. He presses into the kiss, devouring the moan from Connor, pressing his tongue into the android's mouth. One hand stays resting to Connor's hip, the other sliding to squeeze one cheek of his ass as he continues to buck up into him.

He feels himself near, closer and closer, the generous warmth in his belly. He wonders what it's like for Connor to climax. What must it feel like? Does it feel like anything, or is it programmed? He wonders, so much, but for now chases his own sensation, thrusting up with barely constrained power. Alucard doesn't want to break him, but he wants to push and push as much as he can. Against Connor's mouth, he growls eagerly, fangs nipping at his lips.]