[Alucard's still fuzzy when Trevor returns to bed. He's fuzzy when he inches back to Trevor, but once their lips are together, he understands. The sharp scent of iron brings everything into focus, and slowly, Alucard's tongue brushes over Trevor's lips. Presses against them, begging to be let in closer to the source of blood.
His hands react too. One goes to Trevor's hip to hold him in place, the other to Trevor's cheek. It's soft, but there's the low request of be still in the background. Blood means that certain instincts are awake, and oh, this is one of them.]
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His hands react too. One goes to Trevor's hip to hold him in place, the other to Trevor's cheek. It's soft, but there's the low request of be still in the background. Blood means that certain instincts are awake, and oh, this is one of them.]