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.
[ He can stay here for a little while longer. Frankly he could stay here all day and not lose interest, because fuck, those little noises that Alucard makes when he does this.
But he should probably get on with this eventually. ]
I'm actually doing this to see if I can get away with calling you spoiled princeling while bedding you.
[ And he shifts back just a little, so that Alucard's cock is rubbing against the crack of his ass. An plants another kiss against his neck. Just to be sure he can get away with that. ]
[Alucard tugs Trevor's hair but hard because everything being muffled against his neck is far too much right now. He's not sorry. Trevor knows the risks.
And...oh god he is such an asshole. In spite of that fact, there's only a laugh because of course. Of course. What else should he have expected than that!?]
Given that the entire thrust of this seems to have worked so far, you have a nearly complete an...!
[The thought goes unfinished. Because there's an asscrack right in the best spot it could ever be, and Alucard's instinct is to entwine one of his lower leg with Trevor's because Trevor is moving around too. Goddamn. Much. There's also a pleased noise coupled with yessss, becoming a hiss at the end that means he is absolutely enjoying every moment.]
Some of us aren't nearly so concerned about being poked in the behind as his highness.
[ And yes, his entire plan consisted of 'find an excuse to throw that phrase back in Alucard's face'. He makes a noise that is very much like a growl when Alucard pulls his hair, save for that it's slightly more appreciative than a grown really should be. He doesn't mind at all.
And even if he did, it would be worth it. He rolls his hips slowly, rubbing against Alucard, and makes a big deal of just dragging stubble and then lips and teeth over his throat, not sucking or licking or biting, just threatening to do all three. ]
And why is Alucard questioning it, not when that growl wonderful to hear among all the other things going on right now. He tugs again, curious if the same noise wil follow, or if Trevor's going to find a new way to make this afternoon even more ridiculous (and wonderful) than it already has gotten.
It's impossible to tell what prompts the next noise out of Alucard, louder and less restrained than the others. Those hips, the pressure from them and the sensation of Trevor's own dick, that's wonderful. That goddamn stubble and the subsequent administrations to Alucard's neck are just as lovely, and there's a flush on his face from all the attention and sensation.]
I imagined you just wanted to ride this for all it's worth.
[He laughs because it's a fucking horrible thing to say, but so be it.]
[ The next tug at his hair earns Alucard a bite, and not a particularly gentle one. If it were anyone else he'd be worried about breaking skin, but this is Alucard. It won't do worse than bruise, and even that'll be gone within the minute.
Trevor is slightly less of an open book about this kind of thing than Alucard is, but there's a flush to his neck and the top of his chest, and there's an irregularity and desperation to his movement that can't be explained by 'it's trevor' alone. ]
[Because she told him about how she and Trevor came to meet, and what that very first impression was. Alucard could only laugh because it is an accurate assessment, and in these moments there's nothing more joyus than throwing it into his face.
Or tugging it into his neck, because that seems to be a surefire way to get Alucard what he wants. All he can do is shift his head a little bit more, exposing As Much Neck As Possible, because well. If Trevor's here anyway.
Mostly here. Alucard catches that slight irregularity, and nudges him just enough to get attention.]
[ He had been in the middle of following up the bite with softer kisses (because that's the pattern, when he does this. Bite down, then soothe the bruise with licking or sucking or tiny kisses until it fades). But then Alucard pulls his hair again, and so he jut bites down again, careful not to get the exact same spot as before (because actually drawing blood would be one hell of a way to make this turn sour quickly, and he knows that he probably won't, but measures must be taken).
He rolls his hips again in response to that. Slowly. ]
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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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[ He can stay here for a little while longer. Frankly he could stay here all day and not lose interest, because fuck, those little noises that Alucard makes when he does this.
But he should probably get on with this eventually. ]
I'm actually doing this to see if I can get away with calling you spoiled princeling while bedding you.
[ And he shifts back just a little, so that Alucard's cock is rubbing against the crack of his ass. An plants another kiss against his neck. Just to be sure he can get away with that. ]
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[Alucard tugs Trevor's hair but hard because everything being muffled against his neck is far too much right now. He's not sorry. Trevor knows the risks.
And...oh god he is such an asshole. In spite of that fact, there's only a laugh because of course. Of course. What else should he have expected than that!?]
Given that the entire thrust of this seems to have worked so far, you have a nearly complete an...!
[The thought goes unfinished. Because there's an asscrack right in the best spot it could ever be, and Alucard's instinct is to entwine one of his lower leg with Trevor's because Trevor is moving around too. Goddamn. Much. There's also a pleased noise coupled with yessss, becoming a hiss at the end that means he is absolutely enjoying every moment.]
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[ And yes, his entire plan consisted of 'find an excuse to throw that phrase back in Alucard's face'. He makes a noise that is very much like a growl when Alucard pulls his hair, save for that it's slightly more appreciative than a grown really should be. He doesn't mind at all.
And even if he did, it would be worth it. He rolls his hips slowly, rubbing against Alucard, and makes a big deal of just dragging stubble and then lips and teeth over his throat, not sucking or licking or biting, just threatening to do all three. ]
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And why is Alucard questioning it, not when that growl wonderful to hear among all the other things going on right now. He tugs again, curious if the same noise wil follow, or if Trevor's going to find a new way to make this afternoon even more ridiculous (and wonderful) than it already has gotten.
It's impossible to tell what prompts the next noise out of Alucard, louder and less restrained than the others. Those hips, the pressure from them and the sensation of Trevor's own dick, that's wonderful. That goddamn stubble and the subsequent administrations to Alucard's neck are just as lovely, and there's a flush on his face from all the attention and sensation.]
I imagined you just wanted to ride this for all it's worth.
[He laughs because it's a fucking horrible thing to say, but so be it.]
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[ The next tug at his hair earns Alucard a bite, and not a particularly gentle one. If it were anyone else he'd be worried about breaking skin, but this is Alucard. It won't do worse than bruise, and even that'll be gone within the minute.
Trevor is slightly less of an open book about this kind of thing than Alucard is, but there's a flush to his neck and the top of his chest, and there's an irregularity and desperation to his movement that can't be explained by 'it's trevor' alone. ]
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[Because she told him about how she and Trevor came to meet, and what that very first impression was. Alucard could only laugh because it is an accurate assessment, and in these moments there's nothing more joyus than throwing it into his face.
Or tugging it into his neck, because that seems to be a surefire way to get Alucard what he wants. All he can do is shift his head a little bit more, exposing As Much Neck As Possible, because well. If Trevor's here anyway.
Mostly here. Alucard catches that slight irregularity, and nudges him just enough to get attention.]
If you're going to move beyond this...
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He rolls his hips again in response to that. Slowly. ]
Would his highness like me to?
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