marlowemuses | Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

Had Alucard not been so very consumed by his lust he would've objected to that cushion being removed, but as he was, he was almost proud of how clearly aroused he was; trousers bulging in a very large and unmistakable shape. Unable to hold Ashley anymore one arm settled on the armrest - making him appear broader than he really was - whilst the other settled on his lap, his palm finding his new lover's cheek to cradle.

While Alucard had never been intimate with another that didn't mean that he hadn't pleasured himself, or fantasised about others pleasing him. When Ashley knelt before him his arousal increased tenfold, washing over him like heat, and he shuddered. "Ashley," he whispered affectionately, looking down at him with an expression ripe with love. "I haven't... I've never been with anyone. In all the long years of my life. Are you sure you want to share this with me?" He had to ask, aroused or not, Alucard still had a strong conscious. It was, however, obvious that he wanted this.

Ashley just grinned in response, closing his mouth around the bulge in the fabric and letting his teeth scrape very slightly against the cloth.

Sitting back on his heels, he started to unfasten Alucard's trousers, greedy to see what he could feel through the cloth. His eyes never left Alucard's face for more than a moment or two at a time. Turning his head, he kissed Alucard's palm; once, then again, again, until he reached Alucard's fingertips and could nip playfully at them.

Grinning wide, Ashley drew Alucard's length out and skimmed his fingertips admiringly over the shaft. He tipped his head to the side, pillowed on Alucard's palm as he studied him, gaze now caught on Alucard's cock. "How beautiful you are," Ashley said, very pleased by being with someone whose beauty compared to his own.

Even being as aroused as he was, he still felt bashful being exposed. Ashley was the first and only person to see him in this state and the combination of his compliments and physical attention were enough to send the dhampire into a euphoric state of shock. To say that he was sensitive was a massive understatement as even the most playful, lightest of touches had the dhampire silently shivering, twitching and in extreme cases, looking away. Ashley's touches and words were devastatingly arousing but it was that look that he kept giving Alucard that proved to be the proverbial cherry on top.

How exposed the dhampire was now, from the cold, looming figure Ashley had met only twenty-four hours ago to the quivering, twitching, handsome mess that sat before him. That being said, what Ashley said was true; Alucard was beautiful. Every inch of him carved into perfection so that even now, in his excited state, the curve of his erection, the smooth, tautness of his skin and the perfect bulge of his head looked divine in its symmetry.

When he made his first attempt to respond all that came out was a submissive "Ah.", the second time he managed to form a proper sentence "I am nothing compared to you, you sweet, loving man." His words were dripping with adoration and he looked as though he wanted to add something else, a request, but he stopped himself in the face of being too demanding. But God, how he wanted more attention there. How he craved it, even if was just teasing.

Ashley laughed with affectionate delight at the praise. He didn't know if it was true about him being sweet and loving, since he felt more possessive and manipulative, but in the most decadently generous sort of way.

He loved the sight of Alucard's exquisite agony, the evident pleasure and desperation in every line of his body. As much as Ashley loved to tease, he expected that Alucard would not last long if he'd never been touched before. More fun to ease his misery and then to take time teasing him afterward. There would be plenty of time, Ashley was quite sure of that. Years. Perhaps even centuries.

Sitting forward, Ashley flicked his eyes coyly up to his lover as he laved his tongue over the head of Alucard's cock. He watched every detail of Alucard's reactions, kissing and licking with sweet, playful promise along the side of Alucard's cock for only a moment before he closed his lips around it.

He didn't do this often. Ashley was inherently selfish, and his pleasure in this act came from his power and influence over his partner, and the praise and affection that would result. But for Alucard, his Alucard, he wanted it to be quite clear that this was what he chose.

Making a very soft sound of pleasure as he kissed the tip, Ashley slid his mouth down, swallowing Alucard's length. The dhampire was larger than any of Ashley's former partners, and Ashley only took him deep enough that Alucard's cock bumped the back of his throat before he lifted up, bobbing his head slowly.

Alucard immediately tensed. The feeling was unparalleled, not only was the promise of more attention dizzying but the acceptance of having someone want to be this close to him filled his heart fit to burst. Any element of being reserved, quiet and calm seemed to have disappeared entirely. Alucard's bare feet curled into the carpet and his thighs tightened like steel. He moaned; it was a deep, primal sound that hinted at a terrible lust that was simply begging to be released. A small drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip of cock and he felt his chest falling and rising with each desperate, panting breath he took.

The warmth of his lover's tongue, however, did not compare to the all-enveloping bliss of his mouth. Another moan, louder than before, so loud that Alucard's hand rose from the arm of his chair to cover his mouth and muffle his lusty noises. All thought of anything awful had left him, this was heavenly and he already felt his willpower being tested yet again. While Alucard wouldn't have much in the way of willpower to hold back from his orgasm, Ashley would find him not lacking in the stamina department.

While he so desperately wanted to release his other hand groped for Ashley's shoulder, upon finding it he fumbled a few dazed words "It's... it's too much." he pleaded, his face the very picture of ecstasy "I shouldn't. You should stop."

Ashley's head lifted with a laugh, sweet and delighted as ever. Utterly decadent, he watched Alucard through his lashes as he kissed along the side of his partner's shaft, pausing to tease while he replied to that irresistibly misguided comment. "You shouldn't?" he asked, wondering if this was some variety of homophobia. He'd encountered that with lovers before, but didn't really think that it was his gender that Alucard was objecting to. "What?" he prompted, rubbing his cheek along the side of Alucard's cock, wet as it was with his own spit. "Feel pleasure? Have sex? Come?"

He licked his lips and swallowed, pausing to kiss a line down the underside of Alucard's cock. The teasing was well-deserved, in Ashley's mind, in return for daring to tell Ashley that he shouldn't. "But if it's too much..." he murmured, his breath and the stir of his lips a very soft vibration against the base of Alucard's cock.

Sighing with playful melodrama, he lifted his head, laughed once, and said: "Well, pity. Because I was so hoping you would fuck me."

Not giving Alucard any time to react, Ashley swallowed him back down in one smooth, elegant movement, wrapping his hand around Alucard's length so that he could stroke whatever didn't fit in his mouth.

In his current state Ashley probably could've talked Alucard into his release. He was completely beholden to his every word, each touch, they bordered on some sort of divine torture and he was in heaven. Horrible, crippling, heaven. He had been pleading for Ashley to stop knowing that he was at his limit and yet he cruelly, wonderfully, kept pushing him and testing his boundaries. In the back of his mind he wondered how he could've been so naive, he had thought Ashley knew even less about intimacies than he did and yet here he was, expertly manipulating him into a devastating state of lust-filled madness.

The dhampire had been hanging on his lover's every word and at the mention of it all being too much he consoled himself into thinking that Ashley was going to break from his constant barrage of sexual teasing. Seconds after Alucard thought that not only was he treated to Ashley using vulgar (and undeniably appealing) bad language but he swallowed him again without reserve. The poor, undead creature that he was, with so little life and love experience, could resist no longer. The culmination of touches, teases, dirty talk, affection and those divine lips pushed him over the edge. Alucard came without much warning bar a loud cry of pleasure, his back arching, body tensing and hips quivering as he released. Orgasming to someone else's touch for the very first time.

Utterly delighted with his success, Ashley caught Alucard's seed on his tongue, stroking him to draw out every last drop. He preened with satisfaction as he drew his hands away, allowing Alucard to recover and cope.

Rising to his feet with a vain toss of his hair, Ashley reclaimed his place on Alucard's lap, resting his head on his lover's shoulder and toying idly with Alucard's hair.

Alucard was his, now. Ashley was never going to let go of him, not while he lived. There would be no more talk of leaving him. Alucard belonged to him.

Breathless and with a fine, cool sheen of sweat gracing his brow, making the shorter strands of hair cling to his skin, Alucard sighed; exhausted. It took him a few minutes to come back to reality as it was really only when Ashley sat back down his lap that he regained his senses, his body sinking deep into the chair. There was an undeniable glow to him now after his release. He seemed gentler and slower than before as he delicately wrapped both of his arms around his one and only lover.

"I've never--" he began, but trailed off, it didn't matter. Any apology or comment he was going to make paled to the sweet silence of their embrace. With great affection, he began to stroke Ashley's hair. How very glad he was now that he stopped by that garden and stepped inside and how funny fate is to make things happen the way that they do.

"Mm," Ashley replied, basking in the embrace. He felt safe again, knowing that he belonged to Alucard now. Though he still had many questions, they weren't urgent. Nothing mattered but his Alucard.

His family house, now little more than a ruined mausoleum, was diminished in his thoughts. Arkady had left him, and now Arkady was gone. Someone new had taken the central place in Ashley's attention, someone more beautiful and powerful than Arkady had ever been.

After a few minutes, Ashley helped to tuck Alucard back into his trousers, not expecting anything more of him at the moment. It was obvious that this was all very new to Alucard, and Ashley wanted to secure their bond far more than anything else. Fetching his book, Ashley curled up again in Alucard's lap and began to read aloud to him.

He felt uncomfortably cold when Ashley momentarily left his lap and, perhaps due to his current state, desperate for him to return to his spot upon leaving it. Without thinking, Alucard's tired arms opened when his lover returned and he encircled him in his embrace, lacing his fingers together to secure the hold. It wasn't tight enough to trap Ashley there, but present enough to be felt.

When Ashley began to read Alucard managed a subdued "I'm not that tired--" but the sentence fizzled out into a mash up of words blended together which were almost completely unintelligible. He's already fallen asleep, in a chair, again.

Smiling fondly as Alucard quite obviously fell asleep, Ashley shut his book, letting it rest in his lap as he curled closer, head on Alucard's shoulder as he let himself drift off to sleep as well. Alucard's arms were strong around him, even in sleep, and Ashley felt utterly safe and adored, which was everything in the world that he needed.

Enveloped in warmth and lulling through dreams filled with affection and happiness Alucard slept for much longer than he usually did. When he eventually did wake up it was already dark outside and the buzz of nighttime New Orleans was in full swing. Just as he had done this morning, he stirred poorly, mumbling incoherently in a babbled mix of his first and second language. By some miracle, his hands were still laced together (although now feeling slightly numb) around Ashley.

A minute passed before he fully regained consciousness and, realising that he'd slept, he seemed distressed. "Ah, oh no!" The exclamation hinted at his shock but was very hushed, a surprised whisper "I fell asleep again? Why is that? How did that happen?" The dhampire was still convinced that he didn't require sleep, even though he fell asleep every time he was warm and comfortable.

Dozing comfortably, Ashley smiled at Alucard's murmurings, nuzzling softly at him and then laughing as he woke. "Do you not like sleeping?" Ashley asked, kissing his lover's cheek and wiggling out of his lap. He went and fetched the menu, returning to his place on Alucard's lap as he read through it. "I very much enjoyed sleeping in your lap, so I am glad you fell asleep. Besides, you look very sweet when you are sleeping."

Very fond of Alucard and not shy about his affections, Ashley kissed the tip of his nose.

"Sweet?!" Alucard parroted, obviously flustered by the compliment. He had been called many things in his time, but sweet had never been one of them. Had he the blood to spare, he probably would've blushed but his embarrassment was quite clear regardless of the colour of his cheeks. "I--, no, I'm hardly that at all. And any appearance I may resemble to being that is only to lure others into a false sense of security." Sweet was a way to describe children and the innocent, both of which Alucard felt he was very much removed from.

As if the comment wasn't stunning enough by itself the way Ashley moved on his lap felt as though it was intentionally provocative and flashbacks of that erotic look and those skilled lips played in Alucard's head, only compounding how self-conscious he felt after having being so exposed. Even now, he recalled Ashley so casually tucking him inside his trousers before he dozed off, the very thought made the dhampire fidget.

Laughing with delight at Alucard's embarrassed indignation, Ashley tossed the menu aside and shifted to straddle Alucard's lap. He was still hungry, but teasing Alucard was clearly the higher priority, and Ashley couldn't resist. "Are you luring me into a false sense of security?" he asked, lips hovering over Alucard's but not yet making contact. "So that you can then do all manner of awful things to me?"

Giggling, Ashley nipped gently at Alucard's lower lip, then flicked his tongue over it to soothe the bite. "I think you're all talk. Harmless. Sweet. Adorable."

It was fascinating how Ashley had, in one evening, changed the semantics of the word awful to mean something else entirely to Alucard. Just the way he pronounced it was enough to make him think of how the redhead had been with him mere hours ago. For someone who had deadly, supernatural abilities it was shocking just how easily he could be manipulated by someone he liked, if only his enemies of old had realised as much he would've been quite easily defeated. "Well, yes." Alucard insisted, although without very much conviction "I mean, that's why I look the way I do, to tempt the unsuspecting." Or at least, that was his theory.

Whatever blood that had been spent in their earlier activities managed to make its way to Alucard's neck and ears which had the slightest hint of a blush to them. "I am not all talk, I speak the truth." he said indignantly.

"I'm very tempted," Ashley told him, grin wide and happy as he flirted with his lover. He rolled his hips just slightly, giving Alucard a wicked smile. "Utterly at your mercy. Helpless. Unsuspecting." He laughed again at that, because he was starting to get a sense of how truly honorable and sweet Alucard was.

"What are you going to do to me?" he purred, eyes and body both professing open invitation. He bit down on his lower lip, playful challenge in his eyes as he rolled his hips again. Alucard was too easy a target for teasing, and Ashley genuinely yearned for him, which made it irresistible to play coy and seductive.

When in this state: wracked with desire and desperately trying to keep his cool, Alucard was so easy to read. His line of sight flickered from Ashley's dark eyes, to those lips that he kept biting and toying with, then back to his eyes again. He swallowed, the Adam's apple in his throat visible in doing so, the things this young man did to him; made him think. A shaky clearing of his throat and he moved to speak "You should stop that," he wasn't scolding him, it was clear by his tone which was very affectionate really "All that--" he searched for the right word but when he found it, said it and heard it back it seemed vastly inappropriate "--naughty language and those movements, you're going to get me... excited again."

The poor thing hadn't quite realised that that was probably the aim all along.

Ashley dissolved into laughter, head falling forward onto Alucard's shoulder as he shook helplessly in his arms, giggling in fits for over a minute and starting to laugh again every time he started to catch his breath. He couldn't manage to speak: any reply seemed inadequate in the face of Alucard's oblivious statements.

Finally giving up on trying to speak, because the only words that came to mind were "naughty language", which sent Ashley into another fit of giggles each time he thought it, Ashley kissed instead up the side of Alucard's throat, fingers slipping up under the hem of his shirt and lightly, tentatively... tickling him.

At first, Alucard had been concerned that he'd offended Ashley with his comments, but when the laughter spilled from those sweet lips repeatedly he was put at ease. Somewhat. As it continued the insecure creature felt his self-consciousness double and, unbeknownst to himself, he was visibly pouting. "I don't understand what's so funny." He sulked, trying to make his protest clear which was proving to be rather difficult when he found himself enjoying those kisses and touches as much as he did.

"Ah--" he cleared his throat, trying to keep serious "Aha--ha!" Ashley must have had great skill when it came to tickling as he seemed to know exactly where to touch. The dhampire raised his hand and covered his mouth, laughter spluttering past his fingers. "Ah, oh! S-stop that! Stop it!" and he was wriggling; noticeably, undeniably, wriggling as laughter caught in his throat.

Delighted, Ashley temporarily took mercy on him. He let his arms rest around Alucard's shoulders, smiling adoringly at his lover for a moment before kissing his cheek again. His fingers strayed in idle circles over Alucard's back and shoulders, considering for a moment before realizing he lacked something rather critical to their lovemaking: lube.

"I need something from the hotel shop," Ashley said, deciding it was better to not try explaining in advance exactly what he needed and why. It would only send the two of them on another tangent. "Give me some money," he demanded, giving Alucard a coaxing little pout.

Getting to his feet, he kept kissing and coaxing until he got what he wanted. "I'll be back in a moment. Will you run me a bath?"

As Ashley stopped Alucard caught his breath and relaxed, in truth, the caressing was rather soothing and any sulking or complaints seemed to disappear entirely from his mind. So much affection, he was unused to all of this touching, but in truth he adored it. His mother had died early in his life and his father had been barely present during his adolescence and in adulthood they didn't even speak to one another. He'd never experienced this much physical care and felt that it was as if Ashley was making up for centuries of loneliness. It felt good.

His daydreaming came to a sudden halt that request "Oh," he blinked, a little forlorn that Ashley would be leaving his side again but wasn't about to complain "of course." he reached into his back pocket (with some difficulty at this angle) and pulled out a rather plain, black wallet which was unabashedly stuffed with cash from various countries, eras and even photographs and small pictures. "How much would you like? Is fifty dollars enough?" He asked, genuinely unsure, holding out a couple of bills (which, incidentally, added up to sixty dollars as Alucard was unaccustomed to this currency).

Ashley hurried. He likewise hated leaving Alucard's side, and his terror of abandonment made him dread returning to the room and finding Alucard gone. Running back once he had made his purchases, he slipped into the room, heart pounding.

He'd picked up a little selection of snacks and treats along with the lube, leaving the bag by the door as he ran to Alucard's side, throwing his arms around his lover's neck and hugging tight to him. It was the first time he'd let Alucard out of his sight or reach since they'd met, and even the few minutes of separation wrenched his heart and made him pliant and submissive with need. "My Alucard," he murmured, nuzzling at his lover as he clung.

Alucard had idly busied himself with flicking through channels on the television in Ashley's absence. He had eventually found a nature program about sharks and had been watching it was great fascination for the past ten minutes. A lonely, solitary hunter with a ghastly reputation for blood and feasting on their kills; what a kindred creature.

When Ashley returned Alucard quickly fumbled to switch the TV off, remembering that his lover had no love for the magic box, and found himself caught in his lover's arms moments later. "Hm," a soft, affectionate sigh chimed as he returned the embrace, one hand finding Ashley's hair to stroke affectionately. "I hope you found what you were looking for?" He asked, blindly, without a clue as to what his love needed.

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