[Alucard's thumb brushes against Trevor's cheek, slowly, as if trying to memorize every inch of skin that it is brushing over. All of those words get a soft, satisfied huff of a laugh, one of the few laughs the vampire has managed since the month began.
Memorizing that face sits and debates Alucard's desire to lean down and kiss it. There's presence behind that face that makes it clear Alucard is so very, very loved, and that's all the more reason to bask in it. That's all the more reason to kiss it.
The latter wins out, after a few more moments of quiet. Alucard leans down, ignoring how uncomfortable the angle is, tipping Trevor's chin upwards to try and help as well.
It's not chaste, not exactly, but it isn't the kind of kiss that wants to move beyond the point where they are either. (For many reasons, but mostly Dracula being home makes everything awkward.) There are teeth scraping against teeth, there is tongue, but the sentiment behind it all is the point.]
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Memorizing that face sits and debates Alucard's desire to lean down and kiss it. There's presence behind that face that makes it clear Alucard is so very, very loved, and that's all the more reason to bask in it. That's all the more reason to kiss it.
The latter wins out, after a few more moments of quiet. Alucard leans down, ignoring how uncomfortable the angle is, tipping Trevor's chin upwards to try and help as well.
It's not chaste, not exactly, but it isn't the kind of kiss that wants to move beyond the point where they are either. (For many reasons, but mostly Dracula being home makes everything awkward.) There are teeth scraping against teeth, there is tongue, but the sentiment behind it all is the point.]