[The instant his name slips past Trevor's lips, his lips replace his teeth. He doesn't stop, but there's no hint of sharpness anymore-- though his tongue darts out, sliding lightly against his pulsepoint. His fingers keep moving, languid in their ministrations, content to sate him without actually satisfying him.]
How long has it been, hm?
[Focus on that, instead. The iron grip he has on Alucard's hip, the stutter of his heated breath . . . oh, it's been a long while.]
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How long has it been, hm?
[Focus on that, instead. The iron grip he has on Alucard's hip, the stutter of his heated breath . . . oh, it's been a long while.]