[Minato loved his eyes. What a beautiful shade of gold, so intense, such long eyelashes... he liked being looked at by those eyes. He leans into the touch, eyes closing for just a moment, before opening them again so he could continue to look at Alucard.]
Adrian Ţepeş...
[He repeats, as if he was testing the name on his tongue. It seems to occur to him, with a small jolt of his eyes widening a fraction for a moment, what Alucard was trusting him with. He smiles, a little bit wider than usual.]
[Minato's chin instinctively tilts upward as Alucard's fingers move down, closing his eyes to relish in the feeling of the other man's soft lips pressing against his skin. He'd done it a couple times now since they'd met, but given the circumstances of this particular occasion, it felt much more special, and he can feel butterflies swirling in his stomach.]
[Gently, he guides Minato toward the bed. Nothing terribly intimate, but he wants to pull Minato into his arms and hold him, to comb his fingers through his hair.
Such a sweet man. He will do what he can to cherish this.]
I don't know what means of courting you have in your time, but I will try to accommodate.
[Minato has no objections whatsoever. In fact, he curls up comfortably against Alucard, eyes closed as a soft and serene look remains across his face, cheek pressed against his chest. Minato vaguely wonders whether or not Alucard has a heartbeat, so he listens for it — it's such a soothing sound, after all.
Really, it's probably for the best they aren't jumping to anything too incredibly intimate right off the bat, given how incredibly unfamiliar and vaguely nervous Minato was about the whole thing. This position is comfortable and familiar, and the sensation of Alucard combing through his hair is nice.]
I don't think things have changed all too incredibly much. It's called dating instead of courting... and we'd be considered "boyfriends", I guess.
[It felt really weird calling Alucard his boyfriend, given how regal he was, but he had no better word for it.]
I imagine it'd be kind of hard to go on any dates here, though. Unless you want to count music and movies, in which case we're ahead of the game already.
[Alucard's body temperature is cooler than most humans, but certainly warmer than any vampire would be. In addition, his pulse is slower, much calmer, his heartbeat slow and easy. As Minato gets comfortable, Alucard is draping an arm around his shoulders, the other hand brushing back his hair.]
Boyfriends.
[It seems such a simple term to him, one that does not necessarily implied any romance at all. It sounds more to him like friends who happen to be boys, but he won't argue. Minato knows better than he, after all.]
I suppose so. But you did well to gift and impress me before. I will have to do the same for you.
[If he had a better term than boyfriend, he would 100% be offering it to Alucard, but unfortunately he did not. There was also quite a slim chance he was going to go around asking anyone for their ideas either, so it'd have to do for now.
Alucard's heartbeat is pleasing, the slow and steady rhythm calming him as he feels his breathing adjust to match. The coolness meanwhile is equally no bother to him, perhaps was even a bit refreshing compared to the usual temperature of the station if he were to think about it. The feeling of being embraced against Alucard, his arm draped around him, made Minato feel incredibly comfortable and secure, and one hand moves to shyly place itself over top the hand that wasn't busy running through his hair, fingers curling around his hand to hold it gently against himself.]
I promise you that I'll be happy no matter what it is you come up with. But, I'll be looking forward to it.
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Adrian Ţepeş...
[He repeats, as if he was testing the name on his tongue. It seems to occur to him, with a small jolt of his eyes widening a fraction for a moment, what Alucard was trusting him with. He smiles, a little bit wider than usual.]
It's a beautiful name. I like it.
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[Long fingers trail from Minato's hair down to his chin. Alucard leans down, pressing his lips to the younger man's forehead.]
The name itself is no secret, but I would not hear it from a stranger. You are far, far from such.
I would like to stay here, for awhile. Will you allow it?
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I would like that, Adrian.
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Such a sweet man. He will do what he can to cherish this.]
I don't know what means of courting you have in your time, but I will try to accommodate.
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Really, it's probably for the best they aren't jumping to anything too incredibly intimate right off the bat, given how incredibly unfamiliar and vaguely nervous Minato was about the whole thing. This position is comfortable and familiar, and the sensation of Alucard combing through his hair is nice.]
I don't think things have changed all too incredibly much. It's called dating instead of courting... and we'd be considered "boyfriends", I guess.
[It felt really weird calling Alucard his boyfriend, given how regal he was, but he had no better word for it.]
I imagine it'd be kind of hard to go on any dates here, though. Unless you want to count music and movies, in which case we're ahead of the game already.
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Boyfriends.
[It seems such a simple term to him, one that does not necessarily implied any romance at all. It sounds more to him like friends who happen to be boys, but he won't argue. Minato knows better than he, after all.]
I suppose so. But you did well to gift and impress me before. I will have to do the same for you.
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Alucard's heartbeat is pleasing, the slow and steady rhythm calming him as he feels his breathing adjust to match. The coolness meanwhile is equally no bother to him, perhaps was even a bit refreshing compared to the usual temperature of the station if he were to think about it. The feeling of being embraced against Alucard, his arm draped around him, made Minato feel incredibly comfortable and secure, and one hand moves to shyly place itself over top the hand that wasn't busy running through his hair, fingers curling around his hand to hold it gently against himself.]
I promise you that I'll be happy no matter what it is you come up with. But, I'll be looking forward to it.