[For a very fleeting moment, Alucard considers the wisdom of sitting upright so that Trevor can just wrap around him entirely. It's a favorite way to go about this, but that's hardly the point is it? This is about soft feather beds and endless mockery, so he saves the thought for another day.
The hand in Trevor's hair keeps at the same grip it is, because it's tense without becoming painful, and he may still want to try and exert some control over this. (That is, in fact, a complete lie because Trevor's face means that he's pretty much undone. It isn't ridiculous, it's perfect.) The hand at Trevor's hip not only obliges but it hands on, pads of fingers digging into one of the few parts of Trevor that's hardly been scratched over the years.
There's no suddenness to the movement, but Alucard's also very careful when they start. Vampire speed is a joke until it isn't and someone who isn't himself gets hurt. Moreover, he needs a moment to squirm underneath all of Trevor's warm and glorious weight, because he knows it'll get a reaction and because there is a slightly better angle for this and--there.
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The hand in Trevor's hair keeps at the same grip it is, because it's tense without becoming painful, and he may still want to try and exert some control over this. (That is, in fact, a complete lie because Trevor's face means that he's pretty much undone. It isn't ridiculous, it's perfect.) The hand at Trevor's hip not only obliges but it hands on, pads of fingers digging into one of the few parts of Trevor that's hardly been scratched over the years.
There's no suddenness to the movement, but Alucard's also very careful when they start. Vampire speed is a joke until it isn't and someone who isn't himself gets hurt. Moreover, he needs a moment to squirm underneath all of Trevor's warm and glorious weight, because he knows it'll get a reaction and because there is a slightly better angle for this and--there.
Then he thrusts.]