[ He loves him. He already knew that, but it's easy to believe like this. Of course Alucard loves him. He's important. Precious. Needed.
His hands aren't gripping the back of the sofa so tightly anymore. There's no need, not when he can trust Alucard to hold him steady. And he can. He can trust Alucard with anything (except, perhaps, in his more lucid moments, with possessing the restraint not to overwhelm himself). ]
Easier to know that, like this. Makes more sense.
[ He doesn't expect an answer, of course. Not while Alucard's mouth is occupied. He lets his head loll to one side, resting it against Alucard's. Not enough movement to interfere with the feeding, just enough to close whatever gaps are left between them.
Blood has ceased to flow downward, now. Oh, he still feels it. He still wants it. But certain things are not really possible for the human body, and that's one of them. If he were a little more himself right now, he might be grateful for the lack of that particular inconvenience and embarrassment. As things are, it just- is. ]
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His hands aren't gripping the back of the sofa so tightly anymore. There's no need, not when he can trust Alucard to hold him steady. And he can. He can trust Alucard with anything (except, perhaps, in his more lucid moments, with possessing the restraint not to overwhelm himself). ]
Easier to know that, like this. Makes more sense.
[ He doesn't expect an answer, of course. Not while Alucard's mouth is occupied. He lets his head loll to one side, resting it against Alucard's. Not enough movement to interfere with the feeding, just enough to close whatever gaps are left between them.
Blood has ceased to flow downward, now. Oh, he still feels it. He still wants it. But certain things are not really possible for the human body, and that's one of them. If he were a little more himself right now, he might be grateful for the lack of that particular inconvenience and embarrassment. As things are, it just- is. ]