[ alucard soaks in the tiniest moments of affection like a desperate kind of sponge, and being allowed to touch so gently, especially after a penance like this, is enough to make him feel seen, wanted. which is what he wants: attention, good or bad, but good attention trumps bad always.
when anderson speaks he stills utterly, listening, contemplating how he should respond. anderson offered him many things when he was addled, when he was desperate, and alucard had staid his hand in the face of it, unwilling to breach the uneasy trust they share even in the face of--all of that.
but this is different, isn't it? he's clear of mind, they're here, and he's right--here.
his hands smooth down anderson's sides until they rest at his waist, not careful but fond, and his lips graze skin again, still where it's not been marred in the least. it's lower though, just a little--the scent of blood fills him and he lets out a low whine despite himself, soft and almost keening as he noses against the skin. ]
If--you're sure.
[ he's never been this measured, this well-behaved, this restrained. but his voice is soft, questioning, confirming. just in case he needs to clear his mind a little before. perhaps he's being too cautious, but he likes what they have in quiet moments too much to give it up now. ]
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when anderson speaks he stills utterly, listening, contemplating how he should respond. anderson offered him many things when he was addled, when he was desperate, and alucard had staid his hand in the face of it, unwilling to breach the uneasy trust they share even in the face of--all of that.
but this is different, isn't it? he's clear of mind, they're here, and he's right--here.
his hands smooth down anderson's sides until they rest at his waist, not careful but fond, and his lips graze skin again, still where it's not been marred in the least. it's lower though, just a little--the scent of blood fills him and he lets out a low whine despite himself, soft and almost keening as he noses against the skin. ]
If--you're sure.
[ he's never been this measured, this well-behaved, this restrained. but his voice is soft, questioning, confirming. just in case he needs to clear his mind a little before. perhaps he's being too cautious, but he likes what they have in quiet moments too much to give it up now. ]