[ His hips still when it becomes clear that’s what Alucard is asking of him, even if he isn’t clear on the reasons. Instead he just falls against Alucard, legs still coiled around his waist and hands in his hair, breathing slow and heavy and deliberate. It’s more than blood. It’s acceptance of the first thing he ever offered Alucard. It’s trust, for both of them. It’s choosing on his own terms which parts of himself to give to whom (all of him, and to the two of them) and not having that taken from him.
And it’s cool lips warmed by his own blood and skin moving over his own warm, flushed flesh. He swallows back the more undignified of the sounds he’s about to make, instead just sighing. ]
I suppose it would ruin this if I said anything about playing with your food.
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And it’s cool lips warmed by his own blood and skin moving over his own warm, flushed flesh. He swallows back the more undignified of the sounds he’s about to make, instead just sighing. ]
I suppose it would ruin this if I said anything about playing with your food.