[ Alucard times it brilliantly, suddenly pressed against Trevor's chest as he finishes pulling the shirt away from his arms, meaning that Trevor already has his arms around him without needing to think about it. And then Alucard's hands and mouth are on his chest and- fuck, it's as nice to think about as it is to experience, really, that Alucard is perfect, perfect, and yet there is a part of him that he can't help but touch.
It's more than a little flattering. ]
Enlighten me. Which one is this?
[ Because this seems both spoiled and dramatic at once to him. ]
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It's more than a little flattering. ]
Enlighten me. Which one is this?
[ Because this seems both spoiled and dramatic at once to him. ]