[This is, in fact, ridiculous. That this is the new definition of Belmont revenge for being fussy about a damn mattress, especially because they could have just tried the inn on the other side of town and probably have had a better rest. But no, apparently not, and now they're here. At this exact moment in the kitchen, with Trevor somehow being sincere and a shit at the same time.
Shit if those little kisses don't get to him though, never mind that hair. He's steady on his feet, but damn if there's a little part of Alucard swooning internally.]
[ He kisses Alucard's wrist one last time before releasing his hand. He's changed his mind. He's not going to keep this up until it's not funny anymore.
He's going to keep this up until he manages to get 'him being polite and doing as he's told' to be something that gets the vampire flustered. Because that sounds even funnier.
He moves in closer, keeping that hand on the back of Alucard's neck. This time when he speaks it's punctuated by his fingertips pressing down against the hairline softly. ]
[That hand on the back of Alucard's neck is going to be the death of him. It's much too warm and much too perfectly positioned, and the only thing anchoring Alucard from just throwing his arms around Trevor in full and dragging him into a flurry of kisses is genuine curiosity to see how, exactly, this plays out.
And because he knows that the terrible part of Trevor loves seeing him get like this, and who is Alucard to deny him that after last night?
So he's flushed and trying not to ruin any of this as the answer is given.]
Yes. Anywhere you wish.
[That stupid noise follows it. Because dignity isn't something Alucard's been afforded for a while now anyway.]
[ The kiss is soft, quick, and on the lips, and after that he finds he has to put some thought into this, at least as far as how long he wants to be able to keep up this stupid teasing. Because it's tempting to go right for the neck (he has never been particularly patient). But that would end this right there, or at least turn it into something different.
Something nice, something that he would quite like it to be eventually. But maybe not yet.
Using that hand at the back of Alucard's neck to coax him to turn his head a little, he instead trails short kisses from his lips to the side of his jaw, as close to the neck as just below the ear, but no closer. ]
[Clarification. And maybe a hint too, because this is terribly, terribly rude. He can tell Trevor's thinking, calculating because that's where they've both taken this to, but there are fewer more delightful things than watching Trevor calculate this sort of math.
For his own part, for his idle, idle hands, Alucard can't help himself. One gravitates to Trevor's chest, a favored spot that's right below his heart. The other rests on his hip, tender and tentative just in case this isn't what's wanted.
He turns his head as Trevor urges though, relishing the soft kisses. They're terribly teasing, but that's to be expected. Alucard sighs happily all the same.]
I believe I tried that once before. [ And failed, naturally, even with Sypha's help. Because they kept getting interrupted until everyone involved was too tired to continue. It was terrible, really. ] I fear you may have given me an impossible task, your highness.
[ The last kiss had been below the ear, just as quick and light as the others. Without warning, the next one is lower, on the neck, and more forceful. He pinches skin between his lips and sucks on it softly before continuing. ]
Mmm. Think of it as a suggestion then, rather than edict.
[Alucard's all content with just this. The gentlest threats of affection becoming more, but not venturing beyond, until Trevor does exactly that. There's a sharper intake of breath as lips and teeth meet neck, and the hand on Trevor's chest grips his shirt just a little bit tighter for it.]
[ He laughs, nipping lightly at Alucard's neck before returning to his jaw. His free hand goes to Alucard's, the one at his hip, and pushes it down more firmly. ]
I will remember that next time my lord bids me to sleep in an empty bed for want of a softer mattress.
[ He's getting titles confused all over the place, insofar as 'princeling' is a real title. Sypha would do a better job of this. But she'd also be doing it sincerely and not trying to see how much of a jerk she can get away with being while also kissing the vampire. ]
[He doesn't even attempt to correct the titles nonsense. There's just a soft laugh as Trevor decides that the intent is much, much more important, even as he continues to be an absolute shit.
The hand on Trevor's hip does tighten though under the pressure from Trevor's hand, the grip now firmer and maybe bordering on mine.]
Mm.
[It is likely felt more than heard, that noise, but the next few words are said with sincerity.]
[ At both the apology and the almonst-possessive grip on him. Both are wonderful, and reassuring, and maybe he's the kind of idiot who needs that kind of reassurance sometimes. ]
But I'm still going to keep being a shit about this. Until you tell me not to, you highness.
[ Look, vampire, his unwillingness to be vulnerable has saved you three years of being bothered with 'but are you sure you love me???? because I'm kind of shit, you did know that right?????' you could stand to be a little more grateful to it. ]
[Maybe! He wants to say that! Even more often!!! Because he likes saying it! And maybe getting it through thick Belmont skulls that he isn't a shit!!!!!]
Well then, maybe you can tell me to stop behaving myself once we're done.
[ He rolls that lock of hair at the back of Alucard's neck around his finger as he says 'behaving myself', which is really actually the opposite of doing that. ]
Shall I keep kissing you, dear princeling? Or- [ And he pushes Alucard's hand down further, so that his thumb hooks behind the belt. ] Would his highness prefer something else?
I was rather thinking it would end somewhere in the vicinity of the bed.
[ And he adores that soft little noise, no matter now somewhat-less-soft it becomes. It means he's doing something right, making someone happy. He doesn't do that often enough. And it means that he's loved and needed and MAYBE HE WAS TAKING THAT BED THING MUCH TOO PERSONALLY.
He lets go of Alucard's hand now, confident that he's put it in The Correct Place, and instead that hand joins his other at the back of Alucard's neck, fingers stretching into his hair and rubbing at his scalp, pulling his head forward so their foreheads are pressed together. All the better for Alucard to look at his big, stupid grin. ]
[Since intentions are now so very clear and really Alucard's hand is most of the way there already, his hand moves from hanging at Trevor's belt to just straight up grabbing that ass.]
If you put a rock under the mattress, you will never hear the end of it.
[But he laughs as he says it, joyful for the warmth wrapped around his neck and how wonderful it is to rest forehead against forehead. The hand that is on Trevor's chest moves up just enough, just enough to be resting on top of his heart.]
[ He moves his mouth forward to bite Alucard's lower lip when his hand finds his ass, a little more harshly than he might with Sypha (bruising force on Sypha and brusing force for Alucard are very different, after all, and he's staying just short of that) and grinning stupidly the whole time. He holds it for just a few seconds, and then kisses over it quickly before he speaks again. ]
You could tell me not to carry you, if you dislike the idea so very much.
[The laugh is cut short by the bite to his lip, replaced with a pleased hiss and maybe, just maybe, fingers digging into ass a little bit more than they should be. It isn't a repeat of the wrist incident, but nothing ever will be.]
[ Slowly and carefully, he leans down to put his arms behind Alucard's knees, cradling him in his arms and pulling him tight against his chest. He's positionned just perfectly for Trevor to kiss the top of his head. And so he does that. Multiple times, as he makes his way to the bedroom. ]
It wouldn't have done for my dear, delicate princeling to walk. No doubt the floors are too terribly hard for you.
I have had quarrel with them in the past, that much is terribly true.
[If Trevor is going to have him like this (and it is as silly as it is dramatic which he is always criticized for!) then what else can he do but lean into all of it? Including Trevor.
There's one hand still on Trevor's chest though, because that's how it ought to be when you're carried like this. Hand on the chest, and lips kissing whatever can be reached. In this case, it's collar bones, and sure, maybe his other hand is moving the fabric over just a little bit to help. So what?]
[ And there's laughter in his voice again, which usually means he's going to say something terrible. Alucard's efforts, lips on his collarbone, hand peeling back his shirt just a little, manage to avert disaster for a little while. He gives a soft, low sound of appreciation. But all things must come to an end, and as he enters the bedroom (he'd had the foresight to leave the door open, so he woundn't need to try to juggle the vampire to free a hand to turn the handle) he finally says the terrible, terrible thing. ]
I do hope you don't feel such distaste for all things that are terribly hard for you.
[It is so very terrible. And so very Trevor. And Alucard can't help but be proud that he averted this from being uttered for just a few moments, because that means he's doing something right too.
The laugh in response, low and heady and delighted in spite of that really being terrible, is made so very close to Trevor's skin.]
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Shit if those little kisses don't get to him though, never mind that hair. He's steady on his feet, but damn if there's a little part of Alucard swooning internally.]
Yes.
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[ He kisses Alucard's wrist one last time before releasing his hand. He's changed his mind. He's not going to keep this up until it's not funny anymore.
He's going to keep this up until he manages to get 'him being polite and doing as he's told' to be something that gets the vampire flustered. Because that sounds even funnier.
He moves in closer, keeping that hand on the back of Alucard's neck. This time when he speaks it's punctuated by his fingertips pressing down against the hairline softly. ]
May I kiss you?
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And because he knows that the terrible part of Trevor loves seeing him get like this, and who is Alucard to deny him that after last night?
So he's flushed and trying not to ruin any of this as the answer is given.]
Yes. Anywhere you wish.
[That stupid noise follows it. Because dignity isn't something Alucard's been afforded for a while now anyway.]
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[ The kiss is soft, quick, and on the lips, and after that he finds he has to put some thought into this, at least as far as how long he wants to be able to keep up this stupid teasing. Because it's tempting to go right for the neck (he has never been particularly patient). But that would end this right there, or at least turn it into something different.
Something nice, something that he would quite like it to be eventually. But maybe not yet.
Using that hand at the back of Alucard's neck to coax him to turn his head a little, he instead trails short kisses from his lips to the side of his jaw, as close to the neck as just below the ear, but no closer. ]
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[Clarification. And maybe a hint too, because this is terribly, terribly rude. He can tell Trevor's thinking, calculating because that's where they've both taken this to, but there are fewer more delightful things than watching Trevor calculate this sort of math.
For his own part, for his idle, idle hands, Alucard can't help himself. One gravitates to Trevor's chest, a favored spot that's right below his heart. The other rests on his hip, tender and tentative just in case this isn't what's wanted.
He turns his head as Trevor urges though, relishing the soft kisses. They're terribly teasing, but that's to be expected. Alucard sighs happily all the same.]
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[ The last kiss had been below the ear, just as quick and light as the others. Without warning, the next one is lower, on the neck, and more forceful. He pinches skin between his lips and sucks on it softly before continuing. ]
But what right have I to deny you?
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[Alucard's all content with just this. The gentlest threats of affection becoming more, but not venturing beyond, until Trevor does exactly that. There's a sharper intake of breath as lips and teeth meet neck, and the hand on Trevor's chest grips his shirt just a little bit tighter for it.]
None, and I the same to you.
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[ He laughs, nipping lightly at Alucard's neck before returning to his jaw. His free hand goes to Alucard's, the one at his hip, and pushes it down more firmly. ]
I will remember that next time my lord bids me to sleep in an empty bed for want of a softer mattress.
[ He's getting titles confused all over the place, insofar as 'princeling' is a real title. Sypha would do a better job of this. But she'd also be doing it sincerely and not trying to see how much of a jerk she can get away with being while also kissing the vampire. ]
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The hand on Trevor's hip does tighten though under the pressure from Trevor's hand, the grip now firmer and maybe bordering on mine.]
Mm.
[It is likely felt more than heard, that noise, but the next few words are said with sincerity.]
I won't do that again. And I am sorry.
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[ At both the apology and the almonst-possessive grip on him. Both are wonderful, and reassuring, and maybe he's the kind of idiot who needs that kind of reassurance sometimes. ]
But I'm still going to keep being a shit about this. Until you tell me not to, you highness.
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Does telling you not to end all of this?
[He...can't quite gesture, but there's a nod of his head at the way they've embraced.]
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Are you willing to risk it?
[ Which is to say no. No. Absolutely not. ]
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[Maybe! He wants to say that! Even more often!!! Because he likes saying it! And maybe getting it through thick Belmont skulls that he isn't a shit!!!!!]
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[ He rolls that lock of hair at the back of Alucard's neck around his finger as he says 'behaving myself', which is really actually the opposite of doing that. ]
Shall I keep kissing you, dear princeling? Or- [ And he pushes Alucard's hand down further, so that his thumb hooks behind the belt. ] Would his highness prefer something else?
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[That soft little stupid noise becomes something deeper with both touches. He presses closer, daring Trevor to act in response.]
Mm, I'd prefer to see where you intend for this to end.
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[ And he adores that soft little noise, no matter now somewhat-less-soft it becomes. It means he's doing something right, making someone happy. He doesn't do that often enough. And it means that he's loved and needed and MAYBE HE WAS TAKING THAT BED THING MUCH TOO PERSONALLY.
He lets go of Alucard's hand now, confident that he's put it in The Correct Place, and instead that hand joins his other at the back of Alucard's neck, fingers stretching into his hair and rubbing at his scalp, pulling his head forward so their foreheads are pressed together. All the better for Alucard to look at his big, stupid grin. ]
If it meets your standards, of course.
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If you put a rock under the mattress, you will never hear the end of it.
[But he laughs as he says it, joyful for the warmth wrapped around his neck and how wonderful it is to rest forehead against forehead. The hand that is on Trevor's chest moves up just enough, just enough to be resting on top of his heart.]
Am I allowed to walk there?
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[ He moves his mouth forward to bite Alucard's lower lip when his hand finds his ass, a little more harshly than he might with Sypha (bruising force on Sypha and brusing force for Alucard are very different, after all, and he's staying just short of that) and grinning stupidly the whole time. He holds it for just a few seconds, and then kisses over it quickly before he speaks again. ]
You could tell me not to carry you, if you dislike the idea so very much.
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I encourage the idea.
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Well then.
[ One hand leaves the back of Alucard's head to hang at Trevor's side. The other slides down his neck, moving slowly until it settles at his back. ]
Shall I?
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Please.
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It wouldn't have done for my dear, delicate princeling to walk. No doubt the floors are too terribly hard for you.
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[If Trevor is going to have him like this (and it is as silly as it is dramatic which he is always criticized for!) then what else can he do but lean into all of it? Including Trevor.
There's one hand still on Trevor's chest though, because that's how it ought to be when you're carried like this. Hand on the chest, and lips kissing whatever can be reached. In this case, it's collar bones, and sure, maybe his other hand is moving the fabric over just a little bit to help. So what?]
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[ And there's laughter in his voice again, which usually means he's going to say something terrible. Alucard's efforts, lips on his collarbone, hand peeling back his shirt just a little, manage to avert disaster for a little while. He gives a soft, low sound of appreciation. But all things must come to an end, and as he enters the bedroom (he'd had the foresight to leave the door open, so he woundn't need to try to juggle the vampire to free a hand to turn the handle) he finally says the terrible, terrible thing. ]
I do hope you don't feel such distaste for all things that are terribly hard for you.
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The laugh in response, low and heady and delighted in spite of that really being terrible, is made so very close to Trevor's skin.]
There's one or two I'm enthusiastic about.
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