[It's impossible for Alucard not to blush as lips brush over his palm. Sometimes it's embarrassing how stupid he gets over the little gestures. How they seem to cut to the heart of everything. Tender moments always do this.
His other hand finally moves, resting against Trevor's chest. Where his heart ought to be beating.]
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His other hand finally moves, resting against Trevor's chest. Where his heart ought to be beating.]
I'd like more like that.