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[It's intoxicating. The breathy sound of Rhy's voice. Rhy's hands in his hair as he kisses him. Alucard thinks he could write poetry about those fingers alone. He presses forward into the kiss, tightening his arms around the younger man, and again it's over all too quickly. Rhy stepping back from him and he supposes that he can't blame him this time but he wants to reach for him and never let go, only just barely holding himself in.

Alucard lets out the bright sound of a laugh and contemplates tugging him close again anyway. As it is, he reaches forward to run a hand through Rhy's curls, brushing them back out of his face and smiling at him. A smile that is meant only for him.]

Are you convinced, then? [he asks, his voice soft and low.]