[It's mumbled, soft, breathy where he presses it against the skin of Alucard's neck; he's being good, holding him tight without letting his hands roam, because even if the wolf inside him is insisting that the bat is his, theirs, the part of him that isn't beholden to Sanguis still won't let this go even a fraction farther than Alucard is okay with.]
Can I bite you?
[His jaw aches. His teeth feel just the right amount of sharp. They would both feel better, something nags at him, if Alucard had the marks of his teeth in his skin.]
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[It's mumbled, soft, breathy where he presses it against the skin of Alucard's neck; he's being good, holding him tight without letting his hands roam, because even if the wolf inside him is insisting that the bat is his, theirs, the part of him that isn't beholden to Sanguis still won't let this go even a fraction farther than Alucard is okay with.]
Can I bite you?
[His jaw aches. His teeth feel just the right amount of sharp. They would both feel better, something nags at him, if Alucard had the marks of his teeth in his skin.]
You'll feel better. I know you will.