[ His eyes follow the trails of smeared blood from the wrist to Alucard's long, delicate fingers, no matter how much to tries to keep them from doing so. He doesn't need more. This is enough. More than he had to recover before. But he wants. Oh, he wants.
But he hasn't completely lost his mind. He takes his eyes from Alucard's fingertips to the box. Bandages. He knows how one goes about using those. He takes off his other glove, using the bottle of cleaning alcohol to wipe down his hands before passing that bottle over to Alucard. ]
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[ His eyes follow the trails of smeared blood from the wrist to Alucard's long, delicate fingers, no matter how much to tries to keep them from doing so. He doesn't need more. This is enough. More than he had to recover before. But he wants. Oh, he wants.
But he hasn't completely lost his mind. He takes his eyes from Alucard's fingertips to the box. Bandages. He knows how one goes about using those. He takes off his other glove, using the bottle of cleaning alcohol to wipe down his hands before passing that bottle over to Alucard. ]
When you're ready.