[In his time traveling, Alucard has encountered artists with fine sculptures, even more ancient pieces as he explored the countryside. If nothing else, humanity has been capable to dream and create. Perhaps it's no different with Connor with how he's been made, looking finely muscled and dotted with freckles.
Alucard reaches out, tracing over the android's cheekbone, down to his chin. The words are spoken with such invitation.]
Help me undress.
[He leans in, pressing another kiss to Connor's lips, something slower and kinder before he parts.]
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Alucard reaches out, tracing over the android's cheekbone, down to his chin. The words are spoken with such invitation.]
Help me undress.
[He leans in, pressing another kiss to Connor's lips, something slower and kinder before he parts.]
Have you been with another like this, Connor?