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.]
[ He lays Alucard down on the bed, sitting himself on the eyes of it to just take a moment to watch him lying there, stroking his cheek softly. There's adoration all over his face for just a moment before it fads back into being a shit. ]
I hope this bed doesn't offend too deeply. [ And then, still stroking Alucard's cheep and with somewhat more sincerity than was probably intended: ] My beautiful, beautiful princeling.
[There's such a soft and happy hum as the bed greets Alucard's back and the look on his face at Trevor is just as adoring. He can't help but turn so he can kiss the hand on his cheek, eyes closed for just a flutter because he knows the optics work.]
No finer place to be bedded by a rogue who while handsome, is very, very rude and far too cunning for his own damn good.
Oh, I'm far too just about everything for my own good. Far too cunning, far too reckless-
[ He leans over Alucard as he speaks, sliding one hand under his shirt. He avoids touching the scar some days and doesn't seem to pay it any mind on others (because it's something deeply personal and painful, but also because if he balked at the touching of scars then he'd never get anywhere with anyone). The pattern is something apparently only discernable to Trevor, with some connection to Alucard's apparent mood on any given day but no clear way of telling. Today is a 'paying it no mind' day, and he strokes over Alucard's chest, pulling the shirt up as far as he can without actually having removed his coat first. ]
-far too in love with a fucking vampire-
[ It's said thoughtlessly, without seeming to have any care for how rare that particular phrase is from him, as his rough fingers come up to trace underneath Alucard's collarbone. ]
...Far too caught up in where this is ending to let me take my coat off first...
[He laughs as he says it, because he's not going to dwell on the rarity of Trevor's words. Alucard knows the second he does, the second he ensures he won't hear the word for too long again. When this is done, he'll just smile about it, keep it glowing for days because that's what Alucard does, and that will be far better than any other words said.
Alucard's hand (he doesn't have gloves on, they're still in the kitchen) tangles up in Trevor's hair and pulls him closer. There's been too many words, not enough kissing. Time to fix that, even as he leans into the hand that is on his collar bones. This is wonderful. The scar's no mind, it never is. It's too prominent on him to ever be, and that ridiculous fucking game ensured that it would always be so.]
[ Well shit, he has a point. There's going to be some difficulty later in getting clothes off without pausing this in order to do so.
And he could go about trying to fix that, or making a response, but there's kissing happening. There's Alucard's grip on his hair grounding him, not pulling quite tightly enough to be painful, just enough to keep him aware of the rest of his body even when all he cares about right now are his lips and Alucard's.
He's flushed himself when he breaks the kiss, breathing hard enough to get in the way of that stupid taunting tone he keeps trying to do, face a few inches from Alucard's. ]
[It's far nicer like this, having a break in the conversation that Alucard cannot decide is laced in irony or complete sincerity. Why he's still having that debate within himself is also something to ponder, or at least it is until he puts his other hand back to Trevor's chest and makes it very clear that Trevor's shirt? Is a problem. Because there is tiddy under there, and he's only getting 75% of it right now - everything else is fabric. A problem.
So when the kiss finally breaks, and there's a grin on Alucard's lips even if his breath is heavier now, he at least has an answer.]
Unless your roguish wiles are going to figure out a clever way to make taking my coat off and getting rid of that shirt easier the further we go, back up just enough so we can take care of all those problems.
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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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[ He lays Alucard down on the bed, sitting himself on the eyes of it to just take a moment to watch him lying there, stroking his cheek softly. There's adoration all over his face for just a moment before it fads back into being a shit. ]
I hope this bed doesn't offend too deeply. [ And then, still stroking Alucard's cheep and with somewhat more sincerity than was probably intended: ] My beautiful, beautiful princeling.
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No finer place to be bedded by a rogue who while handsome, is very, very rude and far too cunning for his own damn good.
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[ He leans over Alucard as he speaks, sliding one hand under his shirt. He avoids touching the scar some days and doesn't seem to pay it any mind on others (because it's something deeply personal and painful, but also because if he balked at the touching of scars then he'd never get anywhere with anyone). The pattern is something apparently only discernable to Trevor, with some connection to Alucard's apparent mood on any given day but no clear way of telling. Today is a 'paying it no mind' day, and he strokes over Alucard's chest, pulling the shirt up as far as he can without actually having removed his coat first. ]
-far too in love with a fucking vampire-
[ It's said thoughtlessly, without seeming to have any care for how rare that particular phrase is from him, as his rough fingers come up to trace underneath Alucard's collarbone. ]
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[He laughs as he says it, because he's not going to dwell on the rarity of Trevor's words. Alucard knows the second he does, the second he ensures he won't hear the word for too long again. When this is done, he'll just smile about it, keep it glowing for days because that's what Alucard does, and that will be far better than any other words said.
Alucard's hand (he doesn't have gloves on, they're still in the kitchen) tangles up in Trevor's hair and pulls him closer. There's been too many words, not enough kissing. Time to fix that, even as he leans into the hand that is on his collar bones. This is wonderful. The scar's no mind, it never is. It's too prominent on him to ever be, and that ridiculous fucking game ensured that it would always be so.]
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And he could go about trying to fix that, or making a response, but there's kissing happening. There's Alucard's grip on his hair grounding him, not pulling quite tightly enough to be painful, just enough to keep him aware of the rest of his body even when all he cares about right now are his lips and Alucard's.
He's flushed himself when he breaks the kiss, breathing hard enough to get in the way of that stupid taunting tone he keeps trying to do, face a few inches from Alucard's. ]
What would you ask of me, my princeling?
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So when the kiss finally breaks, and there's a grin on Alucard's lips even if his breath is heavier now, he at least has an answer.]
Unless your roguish wiles are going to figure out a clever way to make taking my coat off and getting rid of that shirt easier the further we go, back up just enough so we can take care of all those problems.
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