[ He should have made a better calculation about how quick Astarion could get that door open - impressive, yet again. Alucard's breath hitches as he's tugged inside, a ruffle in the otherwise smooth operation so far. He's seemed to have forgotten to shut the door on his way in. His hands come to bracket the other man's waist as the kiss deepens, introducing the tang of the spiced tea with the curious flicker of his tongue.
But a few steps, a few more kisses inside, and the hands aren't just holding onto Astarion, but tugging, drawing him to a halt in the midst of the room. One of the hands comes up to shape over one of those on him, the other raises to fit between them, two fingers over the pale elf's lips as Alucard leans back. His pupils are dilated, not just from the dark but arousal as well, pulse thrumming not far from Astarion's mouth along his wrist. In truth, this had gone on longer than he'd meant it to.
No fangs necessary. It turned out Alucard could ruin a kiss all by himself. ]
Good night.
[ He says softly, yet somehow still firm. The open door now should make sense. It's where he'd intended to drop Astarion off. ]
I apologize for him
But a few steps, a few more kisses inside, and the hands aren't just holding onto Astarion, but tugging, drawing him to a halt in the midst of the room. One of the hands comes up to shape over one of those on him, the other raises to fit between them, two fingers over the pale elf's lips as Alucard leans back. His pupils are dilated, not just from the dark but arousal as well, pulse thrumming not far from Astarion's mouth along his wrist. In truth, this had gone on longer than he'd meant it to.
No fangs necessary. It turned out Alucard could ruin a kiss all by himself. ]
Good night.
[ He says softly, yet somehow still firm. The open door now should make sense. It's where he'd intended to drop Astarion off. ]