I’m going to hazard a guess, [he whispers against Alucard’s skin between kisses] that if I put a mark on you, it will be healed by the time we reach the castle.
[If not, Alucard better get to know and love scarves. Hector parts his lips and presses his blunt, human teeth against the pale flesh there. If kisses can win him those soft, sweet noises, Hector is dying to know what some pressure and suction can net.]
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[If not, Alucard better get to know and love scarves. Hector parts his lips and presses his blunt, human teeth against the pale flesh there. If kisses can win him those soft, sweet noises, Hector is dying to know what some pressure and suction can net.]