[Keep going he says, and Alucard does so. Blood blossoms out of the two punctures, and he presses the flat of his tongue there and lets the liquid collect some before bringing it all into his mouth.
It is a gesture that hedges almost towards the romantic, as the vampire has pressed tongue to skin and licked up or down so many times over the years. It is a sensation Alucard does not know how Trevor will react to: will the familiar anchor, or make everything that much worse?
He can't know yet. What he can know is that there is little difference in the taste of Trevor's blood versus that of other meals. That Alucard doesn't recoil from the taste, that bothers himself and Trevor need never know of it.
Keep going, even as Alucard can notice Trevor's shallow breaths. Keep going even though he can feel that crushing grip. Keep going.
So he does, the hands resting on Trevor not changing their grip at all. That's important too.]
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It is a gesture that hedges almost towards the romantic, as the vampire has pressed tongue to skin and licked up or down so many times over the years. It is a sensation Alucard does not know how Trevor will react to: will the familiar anchor, or make everything that much worse?
He can't know yet. What he can know is that there is little difference in the taste of Trevor's blood versus that of other meals. That Alucard doesn't recoil from the taste, that bothers himself and Trevor need never know of it.
Keep going, even as Alucard can notice Trevor's shallow breaths. Keep going even though he can feel that crushing grip. Keep going.
So he does, the hands resting on Trevor not changing their grip at all. That's important too.]