[ The wheels in Trevor's mind start turning. Blood provides him with a nourishment his (undead) body needs but for emotions... it can't just be through the blood because emotions are not blood. They're not something that bleed out of you when you prick your finger or cut yourself on a knife. They're brought forward because of what happened, not because they're in the blood. So maybe, if he can "feed on them" like this...
Trevor gently pushes Alucard back against the sofa and falls into him as he deepens their kiss. It's still gentle, still slow and still carries with it an almost curious way about it on Trevor's end. But he's still careful and slow and gentle with Alucard, even as a hand comes to rest at the small of his back. ]
Don't cut yourself on my fangs. [ He mumbles then. ] I want to taste you, not your blood.
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Trevor gently pushes Alucard back against the sofa and falls into him as he deepens their kiss. It's still gentle, still slow and still carries with it an almost curious way about it on Trevor's end. But he's still careful and slow and gentle with Alucard, even as a hand comes to rest at the small of his back. ]
Don't cut yourself on my fangs. [ He mumbles then. ] I want to taste you, not your blood.