[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.
[ It wouldn't be the first time that one of them has demanded Alucard float for just a moment to make undressing him without interrupting what they're doing easier.
But he relents, because him making demands of Alucard doesn't match the stupid, stupid tone he's decided to set for this whole thing. With a last, short kiss, he moves back and stands, pulling off his shirt. Because who is he to refuse a command? ]
Now, now. I can either be spoiled or dramatic. I cannot possibly be both.
[The floating thing is absolutely dramatic for the sake of it. Even Alucard knows that, in spite of convenience from time to time.
In the time Trevor's sat up to move back, Alucard's had just enough time to absolutely abuse vampire speed and get his coat not only off but tossed entirely to the side. His shirt can wait just a moment though, because the minute that shirt is off, Alucard's kissing Trevor's chest. Because it's there, he wants to touch all that skin underneath, and because vampire speed is great.]
[ Alucard times it brilliantly, suddenly pressed against Trevor's chest as he finishes pulling the shirt away from his arms, meaning that Trevor already has his arms around him without needing to think about it. And then Alucard's hands and mouth are on his chest and- fuck, it's as nice to think about as it is to experience, really, that Alucard is perfect, perfect, and yet there is a part of him that he can't help but touch.
It's more than a little flattering. ]
Enlighten me. Which one is this?
[ Because this seems both spoiled and dramatic at once to him. ]
[The response is muffled against Trevor's skin first, barely able to be heard. One of his hands is on Trevor's, not grabbing for that ass yet because Trevor's going to need to move at some point. He's not going to impede movement just...indulge a bit. Because kissing all over Trevor's chest is a favorite activity, just like putting his free hand on the side of Trevor's chest he isn't kissing and groping whatever he can is.
But he's polite enough to pull away after he realizes how hard to interpret that reply was.]
[Did he just sound smug about that? He absolutely did, and his laugh is pressed against Trevor's chest so happily.
So what if Trevor's impeding movement. At the moment, this is what Alucard wants. A handful of Trevor's chest in one hand, lips and tongue moving around said chest with not quite desperation but a desire to just be everywhere at once, his own shirt somehow still on and pulled halfway up because only the coat came off so far and just.
God. He's probably making some of this into an apology for not being in bed with Trevor last night. The rest is Trevor's stupid fucking smartassery taking the best turn.]
And here I've been complaining about you being too fussy about where you rest your head.
[ On its own, the chest thing doesn't do that much for him. Or at least, doesn't do that much for him compared to having those hand and lips and that tongue on any other part of his body. He doesn't dislike it, of course, it's wonderful, there are just other places he'd offer up for affection first.
But the absolute adoration - that does a lot, because fuck, it's- it's something amazing, to know that some part of him can make Alucard this hungry to touch it just by existing. ]
Though I suppose you're being a little too active there to call this 'resting' anything.
[ The laugh that Alucard gets is genuine and also the kin that only barely disguises surprise and delight. Because shit, usually it's him who says that kind of shit. It's hardly the first time Alucard has managed a delightfully dirty retort, but it's always something to hear that kind of thing spoken with his voice. ]
Oh, I can think of a few places- [ And it is tempting to throw his stupid plans (so far as he had a plan at all) to the wind and just tell him exactly where his head can go. ] -the pillow, for now. I believe his highness expressed an interest in seeing how this was going to end, after all.
[Just for that, Alucard doesn't go where Trevor wants him immediately. He instead kisses Trevor's chest again, this time down to be a total shit, ending at the waist of Trevor's pants where there is still a whole lot of fabric in the way. He lingers for just a moment, self-satisfied smile on his face as he withdraws.
That smile is probably going to get wiped away in a few seconds, but for now it lingers as Alucard lies back.]
[ Well fuck, that's not right. He's meant to be the bully here, not the recipient of bullying. And fuck if having his mouth so close doesn't make it even more tempting to just-
-well, lesson learned (it will not be remembered). Failing to plan things out results in the vampire trying to take things in his own direction. Which would be fine, normally, but he he's not sure he trusts him to play along with this stupid game in doing so. And this stupid shit is important.
Because it's going to be hilarious when he can force Alucard to think of nothing but this every time he decides to behave himself and do what he's told for the next month. He's already planned out how funny it's going to be when Sypha tries to figure out why his displaying good table manners or putting things away when he's done with them apparently gets the vampire hot and bothered.
(He's getting a little ahead of himself, there. But he's fairly sure he can manage it. If not, he'll just try again.) ]
Good, because- [ And he pauses while he actually puts some work into getting ready this time. Frees himself from his trousers. Takes a small glass bottle from the drawer of the nightstand and puts it down on top of it with a very, very deliberate sound of glass on wood. ] -unless my dear princeling objects, I have my own fucking plan.
[He will bully whoever he pleases, Belmont! Especially when you give him opportunity, like here and now.
Alucard turns onto his side to watch those trousers finally be gotten rid of. His own hand lingers at the waist, because for all Alucard knows, these things have been factored into whatever's wild plan is. He can't ignore how deliberately placed the bottle is, and the grin on his face crosses the threshold into one far more full of anticipation.
Besides. It's nice, looking at Trevor like this. All of the scars, the reminder of sheer resilience, that's a powerful thing to look at. He knows almost all of their stories now too, and that makes the whole thing even more special to take in, even as there's more important things to focus on.]
Mmm. Does said plan allow me to disrobe in full, or are you to steal everything I have?
Go ahead, my dear princeling, I wouldn't dream of stopping you.
[ He would, however, apparently dream of distracting him. He kneels by the side of the bed to be level with Alucard's neck, stroking a thumb idly up the underside of his jaw. And he takes the moment to just stare at him, face as much adoration as it is 'having found an extremely funny and extremely enjoyable thing to do'. ]
And if I did, I'd ask your leave first. I'm behaving, remember.
[That, sadly, is a very, very good distraction. Because Trevor's right there but not daring to kiss his neck (rude!), putting his hand in all the lovely and right places (teasing!) and all Alucard can think of is kissing that dumb, stupid, smug face because at least it wouldn't be looking at him like that!
[ There's mock horror at that, even as he climbs back over Alucard, knees at each side of his hips. ]
Have I offeneded, your highness? [ He leans down now to kiss the crook of his neck, just once, because of course he has to back up enough to be looking Alucard in the eyes when he's saying stupid shit. ]
[This is a far better view. Alucard's so glad for that kiss, even if it's fleeting. Because this is still Bully the Vampire, and oh Trevor there will be vengeance for this.]
[ Of course there will be. He's looking forward to it. ]
Not at all. I couldn't bear to offend my beautiful, beloved princeling. Except for educational purposes.
[ He maintains eye contact as he speaks, not breaking it even as he reaches for that bottle. And he has to lean a little to do that, so he could lean down to kiss Alucard's neck again. He even leans right down, watching Alucard's eyes follow him, until he's close enough for his breath to touch it. And then he changes his mind and goes back to the task of pouring a little of the bottle's contents into one hand. ]
That. [ And he puts the bottle down again and backs up, the hand hovering close to Alucard's cock. ] That was not behaving. I think you forgot what it looked like.
There's such a breathless gasp of anticipation when there are lips within range of his neck and then never quite meeting. A soft murmur of disappointment when they withdraw, even if Trevor's taken the bottle in hand.]
I have not forgotten. You have been abusing the word all night.
[That hand is so close, and not where it should be. Alucard's learned to control himself just enough in these moments so that if he isn't in control (or meant to be in control as is so clearly the case now), he doesn't do something stupid like break someone else's wrist. But fuck if this is not agony as well.]
[ He taps his fingertips lightly against Alucard, as if he were drumming them on a tabletop. ]
You'll have to point out where I've misbehaved afterwards. So I can improve. I was under the impression that I've been as angelic as I can be while still being able to touch you.
[There's a pleased hiss as there is finally, finally a hand on his cock. Warm and wonderful and slick and touching exactly where it should have been minutes ago. Alucard's eyes flutter closed for just a minute, long enough to adjust to the wonderful, wonderful pleasure of it, and then he opens them again.
That look of false horror is going to just be here for a while, and he has to accept it. Which is fairly easy to do right now, especially as Alucard's hips buck upward to try and encourage more, more, more of this.]
Mmmm, usually princelings don't need to ask.
[He reaches an arm down towards Trevor. He'll grab whatever he can.]
[ He stills, letting Alucard buck into his fist a few times before sliding his thumb over the head of the cock once and letting go. Which at this point probably seems like he's just being a shit, except for the fact that his hand travels back behind him for a moment, and he moves himself forward.
And he really has been a little too well behaved, hasn't he? Not nearly enough kissing. ]
It's 'unfair' when I do this, and it's 'unfair' when I don't.
[ 'This' being going for the neck again, licking and kissing and biting softly and only continuing to talk after a moment, the sound of it muffled by neck. ]
I think maybe you don't want it to be possible for me to behave at all.
[There's a lower moan that follows the hiss and all the sass, because Trevor's still being a dick. And letting go.
Except the protest that you're being rude stops as soon as there is attention yet again on Alucard's neck. There's a happy noise at that, choked and so very, very delighted. There's also a hand in Trevor's hand to keep him there godamnit, because yes Alucard's plenty hard right now and trying not to squirm under Trevor's wonderful weight, but there hasn't been enough kissing.]
I think maybe you're just doing all of this to be a shit while still bedding me.
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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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[ It wouldn't be the first time that one of them has demanded Alucard float for just a moment to make undressing him without interrupting what they're doing easier.
But he relents, because him making demands of Alucard doesn't match the stupid, stupid tone he's decided to set for this whole thing. With a last, short kiss, he moves back and stands, pulling off his shirt. Because who is he to refuse a command? ]
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[The floating thing is absolutely dramatic for the sake of it. Even Alucard knows that, in spite of convenience from time to time.
In the time Trevor's sat up to move back, Alucard's had just enough time to absolutely abuse vampire speed and get his coat not only off but tossed entirely to the side. His shirt can wait just a moment though, because the minute that shirt is off, Alucard's kissing Trevor's chest. Because it's there, he wants to touch all that skin underneath, and because vampire speed is great.]
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It's more than a little flattering. ]
Enlighten me. Which one is this?
[ Because this seems both spoiled and dramatic at once to him. ]
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But he's polite enough to pull away after he realizes how hard to interpret that reply was.]
Spoiled.
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[ He pulls Alucard closer at that, kissing him again and sliding a hand just slightly below the waistband of his trousers to settle against his hip.
He is very much impeding movement. He'll deal with that later. ]
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[Did he just sound smug about that? He absolutely did, and his laugh is pressed against Trevor's chest so happily.
So what if Trevor's impeding movement. At the moment, this is what Alucard wants. A handful of Trevor's chest in one hand, lips and tongue moving around said chest with not quite desperation but a desire to just be everywhere at once, his own shirt somehow still on and pulled halfway up because only the coat came off so far and just.
God. He's probably making some of this into an apology for not being in bed with Trevor last night. The rest is Trevor's stupid fucking smartassery taking the best turn.]
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[ On its own, the chest thing doesn't do that much for him. Or at least, doesn't do that much for him compared to having those hand and lips and that tongue on any other part of his body. He doesn't dislike it, of course, it's wonderful, there are just other places he'd offer up for affection first.
But the absolute adoration - that does a lot, because fuck, it's- it's something amazing, to know that some part of him can make Alucard this hungry to touch it just by existing. ]
Though I suppose you're being a little too active there to call this 'resting' anything.
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[He pulls away finally to look up at Trevor, the smug in his voice from before translating into a smirk.]
I suppose that as a princeling, I ought to offer recompense and ask where you'd like my head instead.
[Okay, he's also going to take this moment to be rid of his shirt, because he kind of got distracted. It's gone now. Much better.]
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Oh, I can think of a few places- [ And it is tempting to throw his stupid plans (so far as he had a plan at all) to the wind and just tell him exactly where his head can go. ] -the pillow, for now. I believe his highness expressed an interest in seeing how this was going to end, after all.
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[Just for that, Alucard doesn't go where Trevor wants him immediately. He instead kisses Trevor's chest again, this time down to be a total shit, ending at the waist of Trevor's pants where there is still a whole lot of fabric in the way. He lingers for just a moment, self-satisfied smile on his face as he withdraws.
That smile is probably going to get wiped away in a few seconds, but for now it lingers as Alucard lies back.]
That is true, I did say that.
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[ Well fuck, that's not right. He's meant to be the bully here, not the recipient of bullying. And fuck if having his mouth so close doesn't make it even more tempting to just-
-well, lesson learned (it will not be remembered). Failing to plan things out results in the vampire trying to take things in his own direction. Which would be fine, normally, but he he's not sure he trusts him to play along with this stupid game in doing so. And this stupid shit is important.
Because it's going to be hilarious when he can force Alucard to think of nothing but this every time he decides to behave himself and do what he's told for the next month. He's already planned out how funny it's going to be when Sypha tries to figure out why his displaying good table manners or putting things away when he's done with them apparently gets the vampire hot and bothered.
(He's getting a little ahead of himself, there. But he's fairly sure he can manage it. If not, he'll just try again.) ]
Good, because- [ And he pauses while he actually puts some work into getting ready this time. Frees himself from his trousers. Takes a small glass bottle from the drawer of the nightstand and puts it down on top of it with a very, very deliberate sound of glass on wood. ] -unless my dear princeling objects, I have my own fucking plan.
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Alucard turns onto his side to watch those trousers finally be gotten rid of. His own hand lingers at the waist, because for all Alucard knows, these things have been factored into whatever's wild plan is. He can't ignore how deliberately placed the bottle is, and the grin on his face crosses the threshold into one far more full of anticipation.
Besides. It's nice, looking at Trevor like this. All of the scars, the reminder of sheer resilience, that's a powerful thing to look at. He knows almost all of their stories now too, and that makes the whole thing even more special to take in, even as there's more important things to focus on.]
Mmm. Does said plan allow me to disrobe in full, or are you to steal everything I have?
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[ He would, however, apparently dream of distracting him. He kneels by the side of the bed to be level with Alucard's neck, stroking a thumb idly up the underside of his jaw. And he takes the moment to just stare at him, face as much adoration as it is 'having found an extremely funny and extremely enjoyable thing to do'. ]
And if I did, I'd ask your leave first. I'm behaving, remember.
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[That, sadly, is a very, very good distraction. Because Trevor's right there but not daring to kiss his neck (rude!), putting his hand in all the lovely and right places (teasing!) and all Alucard can think of is kissing that dumb, stupid, smug face because at least it wouldn't be looking at him like that!
The pants do come off though. Quickly.]
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Have I offeneded, your highness? [ He leans down now to kiss the crook of his neck, just once, because of course he has to back up enough to be looking Alucard in the eyes when he's saying stupid shit. ]
How can I begin to right this wrong?
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[This is a far better view. Alucard's so glad for that kiss, even if it's fleeting. Because this is still Bully the Vampire, and oh Trevor there will be vengeance for this.]
If it is, then I can't comment.
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Not at all. I couldn't bear to offend my beautiful, beloved princeling. Except for educational purposes.
[ He maintains eye contact as he speaks, not breaking it even as he reaches for that bottle. And he has to lean a little to do that, so he could lean down to kiss Alucard's neck again. He even leans right down, watching Alucard's eyes follow him, until he's close enough for his breath to touch it. And then he changes his mind and goes back to the task of pouring a little of the bottle's contents into one hand. ]
That. [ And he puts the bottle down again and backs up, the hand hovering close to Alucard's cock. ] That was not behaving. I think you forgot what it looked like.
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There's such a breathless gasp of anticipation when there are lips within range of his neck and then never quite meeting. A soft murmur of disappointment when they withdraw, even if Trevor's taken the bottle in hand.]
I have not forgotten. You have been abusing the word all night.
[That hand is so close, and not where it should be. Alucard's learned to control himself just enough in these moments so that if he isn't in control (or meant to be in control as is so clearly the case now), he doesn't do something stupid like break someone else's wrist. But fuck if this is not agony as well.]
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[ He taps his fingertips lightly against Alucard, as if he were drumming them on a tabletop. ]
You'll have to point out where I've misbehaved afterwards. So I can improve. I was under the impression that I've been as angelic as I can be while still being able to touch you.
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[God. God Trevor's enjoying this far too much.]
You know I want you touching everywhere, and you're withholding that under the guise of behaving.
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My dear princeling, had you only asked-
[ And he finally does grasp at Alucard properly with his slicked hand, rubbing slowly. ]
I live to serve.
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That look of false horror is going to just be here for a while, and he has to accept it. Which is fairly easy to do right now, especially as Alucard's hips buck upward to try and encourage more, more, more of this.]
Mmmm, usually princelings don't need to ask.
[He reaches an arm down towards Trevor. He'll grab whatever he can.]
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And he really has been a little too well behaved, hasn't he? Not nearly enough kissing. ]
It's 'unfair' when I do this, and it's 'unfair' when I don't.
[ 'This' being going for the neck again, licking and kissing and biting softly and only continuing to talk after a moment, the sound of it muffled by neck. ]
I think maybe you don't want it to be possible for me to behave at all.
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Except the protest that you're being rude stops as soon as there is attention yet again on Alucard's neck. There's a happy noise at that, choked and so very, very delighted. There's also a hand in Trevor's hand to keep him there godamnit, because yes Alucard's plenty hard right now and trying not to squirm under Trevor's wonderful weight, but there hasn't been enough kissing.]
I think maybe you're just doing all of this to be a shit while still bedding me.
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