[ Even if it were winter, he's accustomed enough to the cool of Alucard's skin that it's impossible for it not to be comforting. Lips would be too much, even Sypha's fangless ones (both Sypha and Alucard really are the most beautiful, perfect creatures in the world. It's too much. Too similar), but this is nice. He leans forward to press his lips into Alucard's hair.
He pushes his hands under Alucard's coat again, settling over his shoulder blades. If he's ready for another turn, then it's Trevor's choice. If not- if not then it can just be another touch, another reminder that neither of them are alone for this. ]
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He pushes his hands under Alucard's coat again, settling over his shoulder blades. If he's ready for another turn, then it's Trevor's choice. If not- if not then it can just be another touch, another reminder that neither of them are alone for this. ]