[Alucard's never dwelt on what his chest really means. Not in these moments at least, because the mood of it all is liable to be ruined by even considering the scar for a fraction of a second.
His hands trace over Trevor's chest with a practiced ease and inquisitiveness, enjoying the contrast of soft fabric and cool skin underneath that's firm to the touch. Trevor's all muscle, and it does feel wonderful.
There's a moment as Alucard angles his neck ever so where all of just golden tresses just tumble down and catch in the light. One that he can't quite see himself, and-- oh.
He doesn't mind the forwardness, or the sudden swelling of enthusiasm. If anything, Alucard pushes up against Trevor's hand, trying to encourage things more. They'll be a fine study in contrasts, a nude dhampir and completely covered vampire.]
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His hands trace over Trevor's chest with a practiced ease and inquisitiveness, enjoying the contrast of soft fabric and cool skin underneath that's firm to the touch. Trevor's all muscle, and it does feel wonderful.
There's a moment as Alucard angles his neck ever so where all of just golden tresses just tumble down and catch in the light. One that he can't quite see himself, and-- oh.
He doesn't mind the forwardness, or the sudden swelling of enthusiasm. If anything, Alucard pushes up against Trevor's hand, trying to encourage things more. They'll be a fine study in contrasts, a nude dhampir and completely covered vampire.]
And where would that be?