[Alucard picks his head up, just enough to withdraw his teeth. With their removal is the press of Alucard's tongue over the two little pinpricks, and he's careful as he puts his mouth over them as well. It's so simple, lapping up blood like this. He does it so rarely, because taking from anything person shaped a rarity for him.
It's blood. It's copper-y and iron-y and there's that thread of magic through it. It's sustaining, in all the ways blood is for any vampire.
The arm that is low around Trevor's waist moves down, trying to still Trevor's hips. For him, this can't be sexual. This is dietary requirement, it cannot become a thing of arousal as well.
There is a point where all of the lapping and tongue becomes kissing over the wound though, blood smearing along Trevor's neck in a long, slow trail.]
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It's blood. It's copper-y and iron-y and there's that thread of magic through it. It's sustaining, in all the ways blood is for any vampire.
The arm that is low around Trevor's waist moves down, trying to still Trevor's hips. For him, this can't be sexual. This is dietary requirement, it cannot become a thing of arousal as well.
There is a point where all of the lapping and tongue becomes kissing over the wound though, blood smearing along Trevor's neck in a long, slow trail.]