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[He doesn't like sitting idle. It's a truth that has long since been born out with how he fidgets in seats if there's nothing else happening. How he has to look around a room they're in twice when they're beyond the estate. All these little things that are born of instinct and too many years alone. So his hands in Trevor's hair? It's the kindest, softest way to avoid being idle.

There's a little noise of agreement with luck, and Alucard angles his head down just in time to watch Trevor kiss that nipple. The mmmmm that comes out is halfway between whimper and nose of delight, and he really, really can't help that his hips threaten to roll forward.]

You always were. [He survived being turned into a dhampir, after all.] It's just a different manifestation.