[Sypha's remarked on it before, how Alucard looks like he's made of alabaster or marble when the moon is shining it's brightest overhead. It suits him, given that his wolf form might as well be made of moon light, but it's a much more beautiful effect on Trevor. It brings out more of his delicate features, and that's something Alucard rarely focuses on.
He doesn't mind being nudged into work. Something like this can become one sided in focus much too easily, and with the laces where they are, there's another advantage. As Alucard carefully undoes the first set of laces, the ones that rest right above the wings, his fingers glance over other parts of Trevor's back. His spine is the focus, but there's no pressure to any of those touches. Not yet.]
The second set of strings are caught in Alucard's fingers as Trevor grazes all the very best parts of him over Alucard's pulse. That garners a short breath that becomes a sharper one of delight as Trevor bites down. Alucard's fingers jut out just a little from the sudden sensation, and more importantly, that means there's no more laces holding Trevor's shirt in place.
His fingers stroke up Trevor's spine, just because fair is fair.]
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[Sypha's remarked on it before, how Alucard looks like he's made of alabaster or marble when the moon is shining it's brightest overhead. It suits him, given that his wolf form might as well be made of moon light, but it's a much more beautiful effect on Trevor. It brings out more of his delicate features, and that's something Alucard rarely focuses on.
He doesn't mind being nudged into work. Something like this can become one sided in focus much too easily, and with the laces where they are, there's another advantage. As Alucard carefully undoes the first set of laces, the ones that rest right above the wings, his fingers glance over other parts of Trevor's back. His spine is the focus, but there's no pressure to any of those touches. Not yet.]
The second set of strings are caught in Alucard's fingers as Trevor grazes all the very best parts of him over Alucard's pulse. That garners a short breath that becomes a sharper one of delight as Trevor bites down. Alucard's fingers jut out just a little from the sudden sensation, and more importantly, that means there's no more laces holding Trevor's shirt in place.
His fingers stroke up Trevor's spine, just because fair is fair.]
I could say the same.