[Alucard knows the entire reason for this shit is because he reacts. He knows it in his heart, but he can never quite stop the reaction, be it to relentless mockery or edging things just far enough in bed. That means he takes some joy in it, and sometimes, the reasons for that joy is clear.
Because with that roll of Trevor's hips, Alucard grinds back up against him far more assertively than anything so far. With all the administrations to his neck there's a louder noise of pleasure, and when Trevor pulls away, there's only one thing to do: fix that.
Trevor's hair is still in Alucard's hand, so after taking just long enough to admire that flush faced, there is a yank so Alucard can put his lips to Trevor's and get everything he needs to say across. There is no grace to the kiss, it's all teeth and lips and the barest bit of fang, happy to betray that he's really, really far too into all of this but wouldn't it be a shame if Alucard finished before Trevor could even do anything? Maybe a bit of desperation in there too. Alucard's aware that "make the vampire come undone" is also a sport.]
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Because with that roll of Trevor's hips, Alucard grinds back up against him far more assertively than anything so far. With all the administrations to his neck there's a louder noise of pleasure, and when Trevor pulls away, there's only one thing to do: fix that.
Trevor's hair is still in Alucard's hand, so after taking just long enough to admire that flush faced, there is a yank so Alucard can put his lips to Trevor's and get everything he needs to say across. There is no grace to the kiss, it's all teeth and lips and the barest bit of fang, happy to betray that he's really, really far too into all of this but wouldn't it be a shame if Alucard finished before Trevor could even do anything? Maybe a bit of desperation in there too. Alucard's aware that "make the vampire come undone" is also a sport.]