[ Hey, Alucard’s the one who said he wanted worship. Not Trevor’s fault he took that seriously. He kisses along each joint of Alucard’s fingers until he reaches his palm, bowing his head in reverence before kissing softly at its centre. It’s just before he reaches the wrist that he pauses to rearrange himself so he’s sitting in Alucard’s lap, warm against Alucard’s cooler body even through layers of clothes. ]
How lucky, then, that I bring offerings of warmth.
[ Okay, that’s stupid enough that he almost breaks character and laughs. But he manages, and it’s easy to fall back into his role when he takes Alucard’s hand again and continues, his lips finally brushing over the pulse at his wrist. ]
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How lucky, then, that I bring offerings of warmth.
[ Okay, that’s stupid enough that he almost breaks character and laughs. But he manages, and it’s easy to fall back into his role when he takes Alucard’s hand again and continues, his lips finally brushing over the pulse at his wrist. ]