meme reply for my gf's alucard blog
It started out small.
Little things, little kisses. They always surprised him, Alucard there one second and gone the next, a gentle pressure against his mouth. It seemed incongruous with the savagery that he knew the vampire was capable of and he was always left blushing faintly like a schoolgirl in the dark, two gloved fingertips pressed to his mouth in contemplation.
It escalated eventually, as most things to, to a wall against his back and hips rolling against his own, knees buckling, sharp teeth at his throat. His breath catches, and he's not sure who suggested sex first, but. Yeah. That was a thing. That was a couple things.
And now he finds himself, on his side and a cold body curled against his own, sheets pooled somewhere near the foot of the bed. It was early, watery morning light puddling through the cracks in the closed curtains. Alucard snuffles against his neck, chilly nose brushing heated skin, and Pip presses an absent kiss to the top of the vampire's head to soothe whatever dream he found himself in.