[ It's the crook of his neck, still. Which is a little disappointing, because he'd like to see Alucard's face right now, but he can imagine. It can't be much softer, warmer, more adoring than it has been already. Few things could be.
He's always careful with this part. Careful because humans are so fragile, in part. Mostly careful because Alucard has lived for so long surrounded by people who havn't cared whether they hurt him or not. He doesn't want to be one of those people. Not even for a moment. ]
Tell me, if it's too much.
[ With that, he presses an oiled finger against Alucard's entrance. It presses, then strokes as it moves away. Then presses again. Not seeking to enter, not yet, just exerting a little pressure before retreating. ]
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He's always careful with this part. Careful because humans are so fragile, in part. Mostly careful because Alucard has lived for so long surrounded by people who havn't cared whether they hurt him or not. He doesn't want to be one of those people. Not even for a moment. ]
Tell me, if it's too much.
[ With that, he presses an oiled finger against Alucard's entrance. It presses, then strokes as it moves away. Then presses again. Not seeking to enter, not yet, just exerting a little pressure before retreating. ]