[ He won't. He never does. He'll just lie there, like he does every morning, and not mind too much. It's a little like meditating, in truth, save for the fact that meditation is so rarely done from underneath a dhampir.
He doesn't get to consider that much further.
He notices Alucard's hair, first, brushing against his face and neck, and he automatically starts to lift the blanket to let him beneath it when his mind catches up and he realises that that's not what he's trying to do. And a fraction of a second later, he's kissing him. Only briefly, but it's still definitely a thing that's happening.
It takes him a while to respond and when he does the tone is brusque, even by his standards. He lifts the blanket again. ]
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[ He won't. He never does. He'll just lie there, like he does every morning, and not mind too much. It's a little like meditating, in truth, save for the fact that meditation is so rarely done from underneath a dhampir.
He doesn't get to consider that much further.
He notices Alucard's hair, first, brushing against his face and neck, and he automatically starts to lift the blanket to let him beneath it when his mind catches up and he realises that that's not what he's trying to do. And a fraction of a second later, he's kissing him. Only briefly, but it's still definitely a thing that's happening.
It takes him a while to respond and when he does the tone is brusque, even by his standards. He lifts the blanket again. ]
Changed my mind. In.