[There was something to the entire exchange that sat trapped in his chest, just beneath the thundering of his pulse, at once greedy and distrustful of those gentle strokes of touch across his cheeks, down his neck, around his waist. It suggested more meaning than hot wet kisses, than the fuel of his blood and warmth of his body. Had anyone ever caressed him with such fervent hunger? He couldn't recall.

But it was clear this situation tilted in another direction, one darker and more familiar. The pull of heat in his belly was immediate as Alucard's hands circled down and lifted him up without obvious effort. The suggestion of strength took his breath. It wasn't often a single movement made him throb between his legs like that one did. Strong thighs closed around those narrow hips, ankles crossing behind.

The hand returned to gold hair, combing back strands to watch as Alucard's lips descended down his jaw and ventured closer to his throat. His own mouth flattened into a smirk.

This was what the city expected of them, did it not? To fuck, often and anywhere, assuming that was what Alucard meant by all of him. He wondered if the vampire knew what he was asking - or if it was a different sense of ownership, such as one over his blood.

It didn't take him long to decide what to say.]

Ground rules, darling. [Dorian's voice was a low, silken murmur, the sort of tone he used when whispering dark fantasies into the ears of beautiful men just like this.] I'd rather you not bite me so deeply again that it would scar. Anywhere it can heal, anything shallow, would be best. And nowhere that might be too obvious a wound that others will see.

[He didn't want the questions or concern, nor did he want to go around covered in bandages tomorrow.]

Also, if you take too much, I might pass out. I'd prefer to avoid that. [Another stroke through hair, the strands sliding across his knuckles.] Have you ever been with a man before?

[It seemed pertinent to ask.]