[In the long silence, all Alucard does is run fingers through Trevor's hair. It's a lot like a comb to Treovr, he imagines, since Alucard's fingers are so damn slender and Trevor is simply so large. But it's a comforting motion, even if it sometimes feels more like petting him than something more tender.
All the same, Alucard does it. Says nothing more, insisting Trevor take all the control.]
Of course.
[They're easy rules to abide by. Neither of them touch the eye unless they have to for an emergency. That's always been the rule.
But kissing other things are just fine, and so Alucard does just that. Moves one hand to settle against Trevor's cheek (below his good eye) and then puts his lips against the Belmont's.
Scale makes even this hard. But there's no mistaking the undercurrent of adoration in gesture, soft and loving, but still wanting to offer space if it is needed.]
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All the same, Alucard does it. Says nothing more, insisting Trevor take all the control.]
Of course.
[They're easy rules to abide by. Neither of them touch the eye unless they have to for an emergency. That's always been the rule.
But kissing other things are just fine, and so Alucard does just that. Moves one hand to settle against Trevor's cheek (below his good eye) and then puts his lips against the Belmont's.
Scale makes even this hard. But there's no mistaking the undercurrent of adoration in gesture, soft and loving, but still wanting to offer space if it is needed.]