[All Alucard wants is for words to be less important right now. He looks up at Trevor with heavy lidded eyes, flush in his cheeks and absolutely splayed out underneath Trevor. His hair, why Trevor's gone for his hair is beyond Alucard, but he can feel the movement of Trevor's lips and how the flowers are moved.
His breath's heavy when Trevor asks a question that feels...a bit silly.]
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His breath's heavy when Trevor asks a question that feels...a bit silly.]
A very late morning'll be required.
[Please.]