[The position does give him a nice reminder that although Alucard is stronger by his heritage, Trevor is far from weak himself, supporting Alucard's weight simply enough. The dhampir looks content, particularly with the hand in his hair.]
Gladly, iubit.
[Leaning in, Alucard sinks his fangs into Trevor's neck, sighing against him and opening his mouth for the blood that rises. It's a familiar taste by now, one that he's longed for since they were forced into the camp. He loves leaving his mark on Trevor, and now he's free to do so again.]
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Gladly, iubit.
[Leaning in, Alucard sinks his fangs into Trevor's neck, sighing against him and opening his mouth for the blood that rises. It's a familiar taste by now, one that he's longed for since they were forced into the camp. He loves leaving his mark on Trevor, and now he's free to do so again.]