[He's still not the best at kissing, the dhampir. So very green, which means he very much lets Trevor lead. Opens his mouth slowly to swallow that moan, but doesn't want to go further.
Both of his hands end up leaning on Trevor's upper thigh, closer and closer so that the Belmont can lead the kiss wherever it ends up going. He ignores the taste of iron though, because it genuinely would give him pause if he truly had time to think about it.
He needs air though. Alucard squeezes Trevor's leg, trying to request just that.]
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Both of his hands end up leaning on Trevor's upper thigh, closer and closer so that the Belmont can lead the kiss wherever it ends up going. He ignores the taste of iron though, because it genuinely would give him pause if he truly had time to think about it.
He needs air though. Alucard squeezes Trevor's leg, trying to request just that.]