[Connor loses himself in sensory input, the thump of the desk against the wall and the scrape of its legs on the floor in time with the slap of their bodies meeting, his own gasps and moans, Alucard's bruising grip and bruising pace. He'd think about it later and regret not being capable of bruising.
The sound of his own voice reaches his ears again before he realizes he's even said anything, begging Alucard, harder, between panted, heavy breaths and groaning the dhampir's name. His real name.
He groans again, loudly, when he feels Alucard climax, filling him without seeming to slow down, still thrusting hard. Something about that seems to trigger his programming and his own climax comes rushing out of nowhere in response. His lips part in a silent moan, the clear lubrication hitting the floor with a soft patter as he comes, hips trembling. His breathing is ragged, cheeks flushed. He genuinely seems overwhelmed, sated, and exhausted. It's all very convincing.
The little nuzzle to the back of his shoulder makes him smile softly, tiredly, and he hums in quiet approval.]
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The sound of his own voice reaches his ears again before he realizes he's even said anything, begging Alucard, harder, between panted, heavy breaths and groaning the dhampir's name. His real name.
He groans again, loudly, when he feels Alucard climax, filling him without seeming to slow down, still thrusting hard. Something about that seems to trigger his programming and his own climax comes rushing out of nowhere in response. His lips part in a silent moan, the clear lubrication hitting the floor with a soft patter as he comes, hips trembling. His breathing is ragged, cheeks flushed. He genuinely seems overwhelmed, sated, and exhausted. It's all very convincing.
The little nuzzle to the back of his shoulder makes him smile softly, tiredly, and he hums in quiet approval.]