[Alucard's hair fans out behind him, a wave of glorious gold that stands in contrast against the sheets. His face is flushed, and oh, there are such wonderful bruises starting to form on his neck from all of Trevor's hard work.
That kiss? That isn't enough. Alucard's hand grabs onto the fabric of Trevor's shirt, tugging with more than just a little neediness.]
Kiss me.
[He had been hesitant with kissing for a very long time. It was a potential distraction in his experience.]
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That kiss? That isn't enough. Alucard's hand grabs onto the fabric of Trevor's shirt, tugging with more than just a little neediness.]
Kiss me.
[He had been hesitant with kissing for a very long time. It was a potential distraction in his experience.]