[ If someone had told him three-and-a-bit years ago that the man who threw him across the room, straddled him and pulled his hair and threatened to tear his throat out could be caught off guard by even the smallest gesture of tenderness, he would have told them to fuck off. And asked them to stop putting ideas in his head.
He's used to it by now, but it's still something to watch the son of Dracula get flustered, even if he wears it with grace.
(He shouldn't get distracted, this whole thing is for Alucard, to help him, not to let Trevor appreciate Alucard being cute.)
He leans in, combing his fingers through Alucard's hair and settling them at the base of his skull, rubbing tiny circles there.]
I'm going to bend the rules for the next one. [ He has to, because the needles weren't one place. ] It's probably going to be awful. Tell me when you're ready.
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He's used to it by now, but it's still something to watch the son of Dracula get flustered, even if he wears it with grace.
(He shouldn't get distracted, this whole thing is for Alucard, to help him, not to let Trevor appreciate Alucard being cute.)
He leans in, combing his fingers through Alucard's hair and settling them at the base of his skull, rubbing tiny circles there.]
I'm going to bend the rules for the next one. [ He has to, because the needles weren't one place. ] It's probably going to be awful. Tell me when you're ready.
[ He'll just keep this up until then. ]