[ he's thoughtful about it, but really--it's not like the people that just want to fuck a vampire or whatever, and a little curiosity isn't necessarily bad in the first place. so he just shakes his head. ]
There are far worse things than an idle curiosity.
[ sitting on the couch, things feel a bit more real. thankfully baskerville is snoozing in his bed, so he doesn't interrupt them, and for a moment alucard just watches alfred, openly hungry. ]
Mm. I don't need to eat often due to my age, but the hunger is always there.
[ that's all he says, though. he's careful as he leans in, tugging fabric aside so that he can run his tongue carefully along his pulse point. then he's nuzzling closer, lingering, before he bites down. it's swift but oddly gentle, painless save the initial prick of fang through skin. there's something affectionate about it, about the way his palm flattens on alfred's leg and he starts to drink so cautiously. ]
[Alucard already knows that Alfred doesn't really have a list of "Supernatural Creatures I'd Like to Fuck." He's honestly never seen or treated Alucard as some Elderich horror, even when he's been a bit cloudy with a few too many eyes. Alucard is Alucard. He's a friend. His best friend and he adores the man.
It's just natural for him to sate his curiousity and also donate some blood to what he sees as a worthy cause.
He wonders if Alucard can taste it. His deep fond regard. Rediculous. He probably just tastes like every other human. Still, that's enough. And honestly, those fangs hadn't even hurt. He's hurt himself worse. There's no pain. There's just the spike of arousal.
His hand goes up and into Alucard's hair to hold him gently. Fondly stroking, encouraging him.]
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There are far worse things than an idle curiosity.
[ sitting on the couch, things feel a bit more real. thankfully baskerville is snoozing in his bed, so he doesn't interrupt them, and for a moment alucard just watches alfred, openly hungry. ]
Mm. I don't need to eat often due to my age, but the hunger is always there.
[ that's all he says, though. he's careful as he leans in, tugging fabric aside so that he can run his tongue carefully along his pulse point. then he's nuzzling closer, lingering, before he bites down. it's swift but oddly gentle, painless save the initial prick of fang through skin. there's something affectionate about it, about the way his palm flattens on alfred's leg and he starts to drink so cautiously. ]
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It's just natural for him to sate his curiousity and also donate some blood to what he sees as a worthy cause.
He wonders if Alucard can taste it. His deep fond regard. Rediculous. He probably just tastes like every other human. Still, that's enough. And honestly, those fangs hadn't even hurt. He's hurt himself worse. There's no pain. There's just the spike of arousal.
His hand goes up and into Alucard's hair to hold him gently. Fondly stroking, encouraging him.]