[He's doomed. Doomed to never live this down, and doomed to let out a soft, sharp little gasp as Trevor takes his time. Alucard has never quite asked what it's like having Trevor's senses. In point of fact, he'd probably recoil from thinking about the kind of sensory overload that it involves.
But here and now, with Trevor's hands moving over all that scar tissue? He feels lulled and softened into not thinking about that. Into focusing only on sensation, and then whimpering just a little at the sheer thrill of it all. His legs squeeze tighter around Trevor.]
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But here and now, with Trevor's hands moving over all that scar tissue? He feels lulled and softened into not thinking about that. Into focusing only on sensation, and then whimpering just a little at the sheer thrill of it all. His legs squeeze tighter around Trevor.]
Not unlike that?