[ it's a gentle chiding, but he means it. he doesn't know what he'd do without alfred, if he's honest, and relying on him has become second nature.
he can feel and hear alfred's pulse pick up, but he doesn't pull away. instead he flattens his hand there somewhat, fingertips brushing skin, and he hums thoughtfully. ]
I don't think it makes you selfish to offer of yourself, for what it's worth. [ he swallows-- ] --you don't have to go to the club. It'd just be impersonal, perfunctory, when it's done as a job, don't you think?
[ he leans close then, apropos of nothing, and noses against the other side of his neck, lips brushing skin, points of his fangs barely scraping. ]
I'm always hungry, Alfred. That's part of the curse, the eternal hunger. I just--felt bad, asking. I--come with me, to the couch.
[ it's easy to guide him, to urge him, and his hands grasp for alfred's to draw him to the sofa and sit on it with him. ]
[The gentle chiding causes a slight frown. He knows he helps, but he always feels like he could do more. Like he should be doing more. It's just the way he is. He's still working through the concept of what enough really emplies. He thinks he's not done enough, that there's still more to give.]
It feels selfish. Like I'm just asking to satisfy my own curiosity. [Which it is, a little. It has looked so good. Will looked like he'd enjoyed it very much and he wanted to know what it was he was missing out on. But it was more than just an idle exploration into kink, he does genuinely, truly want to help. He feeds the hungry at Haven, quinches the thirst at PECs bar. Why can he not also help his vampiric friends eat? He's bled for much less noble causes.]
Always? Christ. I can't imagine it... [He shivers at the slightest scrape of fangs and nods, letting himself be pulled. He sits carefully and reaches up to undo his collar more, to give Alucard unhindered access.]
[ 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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[ it's a gentle chiding, but he means it. he doesn't know what he'd do without alfred, if he's honest, and relying on him has become second nature.
he can feel and hear alfred's pulse pick up, but he doesn't pull away. instead he flattens his hand there somewhat, fingertips brushing skin, and he hums thoughtfully. ]
I don't think it makes you selfish to offer of yourself, for what it's worth. [ he swallows-- ] --you don't have to go to the club. It'd just be impersonal, perfunctory, when it's done as a job, don't you think?
[ he leans close then, apropos of nothing, and noses against the other side of his neck, lips brushing skin, points of his fangs barely scraping. ]
I'm always hungry, Alfred. That's part of the curse, the eternal hunger. I just--felt bad, asking. I--come with me, to the couch.
[ it's easy to guide him, to urge him, and his hands grasp for alfred's to draw him to the sofa and sit on it with him. ]
I won't--take much.
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It feels selfish. Like I'm just asking to satisfy my own curiosity. [Which it is, a little. It has looked so good. Will looked like he'd enjoyed it very much and he wanted to know what it was he was missing out on. But it was more than just an idle exploration into kink, he does genuinely, truly want to help. He feeds the hungry at Haven, quinches the thirst at PECs bar. Why can he not also help his vampiric friends eat? He's bled for much less noble causes.]
Always? Christ. I can't imagine it... [He shivers at the slightest scrape of fangs and nods, letting himself be pulled. He sits carefully and reaches up to undo his collar more, to give Alucard unhindered access.]
Take what you need, mate. I trust you.
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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.]