[ 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. ]
[It's a deep noise, it comes from the very pit of Alucard's stomach and ripples out. Felt just as much as it is voiced. The pattern, the amazing pattern that's always there, that Alucard adores is something he doesn't like to interrupt. But there's also the terrible feeling that he has put no where near enough effort into this as Trevor has.]
[ And so he just rolls his hips again, grinding himself against Alucard's belly and sucking softly at the latest bruise while it heals. He pulls away and drags his tongue over it before speaking next. ]
[For that? For that there's another pull at Trevor's hair.]
One more like that then. Better answer?
[Never mind Alucard's arched right into that wonderful, wonderful roll of the hips, enjoying the full luxury of skin against skin. He has been enjoying it, but that movement in that moment was perfection.
[ And- well. He didn't say one more what. So one more of all of it. One more very deliberate roll of his hips (and fuck, he's starting to frustrate himself with how slow he's being about this when all he wants to do right now is to mount Alucard properly and ride him until he ends up with another fucking broken wrist. It's only the fact that it's annoying the vampire that's helping him maintain any sort of composure at all). One more bite, a little harder than before, at the other side of his neck (and he's starting to test the limits of what he's certain he can do safely with that, so this is as far as he'll take it. Just kisses, after this, and if that drop in intensity annoys the vampire then good.) followed by one more long open kiss above it, lips and tongue moving over the bite to soothe it. He reaches behind him and gives one more light, teasing stroke of Alucard's cock.
And he's flushed when his face comes up from Alucard's neck, and his voice is thick and breathy, but there's the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. ]
[Alucard knows the entire reason for this shit is because he reacts. He knows it in his heart, but he can never quite stop the reaction, be it to relentless mockery or edging things just far enough in bed. That means he takes some joy in it, and sometimes, the reasons for that joy is clear.
Because with that roll of Trevor's hips, Alucard grinds back up against him far more assertively than anything so far. With all the administrations to his neck there's a louder noise of pleasure, and when Trevor pulls away, there's only one thing to do: fix that.
Trevor's hair is still in Alucard's hand, so after taking just long enough to admire that flush faced, there is a yank so Alucard can put his lips to Trevor's and get everything he needs to say across. There is no grace to the kiss, it's all teeth and lips and the barest bit of fang, happy to betray that he's really, really far too into all of this but wouldn't it be a shame if Alucard finished before Trevor could even do anything? Maybe a bit of desperation in there too. Alucard's aware that "make the vampire come undone" is also a sport.]
[ The kiss is too much, he's taken this about as far as he can bear to take it. Patience has never been one of his virtues. He kisses back with the same intensity, only really putting in any effort to avoiding the fangs because if there's one thing that's all too likely to stop this tragically quickly it's Alucard getting the taste of blood in his mouth. And fuck he likes having Alucard's hand in his hair. He gives him one last stroke, just to make sure he's still slick, as he breaks the kiss. ]
Apologies, your highness. I forgot that princelings shouldn't need to ask.
[ He's going to be using all his remaining self-control on being a shit. Because if he's going to be stopping this now then the least he can do is to continue being a mouthy fucker instead of just sighing and moaning and whispering Alucard's name. Which he has been known to do, but which he can never really look back on and think of as funny.
There's no shit-eating grin this time, though. Just an expression of slight effort and not-so-slight contentment as he finally, finally lowers himself onto his stupid beautiful vampire. ]
I just don't enjoy seeing any man practicing self denial, especially when they're otherwise so very brazen.
[There. That's the last of the smartassedness for now (at least until they're finished because one has just bubbled up to the surface and Alucard is also a jackass. The rest, the rest is just wonderful warmth enveloping him. Trevor runs warm during these moments anyway, nearly Sypha levels, and then there's watching his face.
That face is unfair on every single level, and the vampire thinks he can be forgiven for just lying back and watching it. There's beauty of it's own there, that complete satisfaction, and Alucard doesn't move until Trevor's gotten himself well and comfortable.]
[ One of Alucard's hands is still in his hair, and that's more than acceptable. The other- the other really ought to be on his hip. Because he needs to use his own to support his weight, like this, so the very least Alucard can do is be touching him extra to make up for it. He grabs Alucard's wrist (without breaking it, thank you very much) to move his free hand where it ought to be and then returns his own hands to the mattress.
And he probably looks ridiculous right now, or at least what he considers to be ridiculous. Eyes dark and heavy, lines of his face made to look softer by the redness of it, hair definitely clinging to his neck and forehead.
Lowering himself down enough to kiss at Alucard's collarbone, he begins to move. ]
[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.
[ In hindsight, preparing his entire plan around being able to throw one stupid poorly-worded phrase back in Alucard's face may not have been the best idea. It's ended wonderfully, but it also means that he can't keep up this stupid game at all any more. He always manages to forget how quickly and completely this unravels him. Alucard is always so careful, so clever at finding just the right angle, and the squirming about- ]
Even this isn't comfortable enough for you, your highness?
[ It's breathy and only vaguely audible because it turns into a whine at the end. And then Alucard thrusts, and the sound that comes out of Trevor when he does is soft but it's also obscene even by Trevor standards. ]
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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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[It's a deep noise, it comes from the very pit of Alucard's stomach and ripples out. Felt just as much as it is voiced. The pattern, the amazing pattern that's always there, that Alucard adores is something he doesn't like to interrupt. But there's also the terrible feeling that he has put no where near enough effort into this as Trevor has.]
Maybe.
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[ And so he just rolls his hips again, grinding himself against Alucard's belly and sucking softly at the latest bruise while it heals. He pulls away and drags his tongue over it before speaking next. ]
Try again.
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One more like that then. Better answer?
[Never mind Alucard's arched right into that wonderful, wonderful roll of the hips, enjoying the full luxury of skin against skin. He has been enjoying it, but that movement in that moment was perfection.
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[ And- well. He didn't say one more what. So one more of all of it. One more very deliberate roll of his hips (and fuck, he's starting to frustrate himself with how slow he's being about this when all he wants to do right now is to mount Alucard properly and ride him until he ends up with another fucking broken wrist. It's only the fact that it's annoying the vampire that's helping him maintain any sort of composure at all). One more bite, a little harder than before, at the other side of his neck (and he's starting to test the limits of what he's certain he can do safely with that, so this is as far as he'll take it. Just kisses, after this, and if that drop in intensity annoys the vampire then good.) followed by one more long open kiss above it, lips and tongue moving over the bite to soothe it. He reaches behind him and gives one more light, teasing stroke of Alucard's cock.
And he's flushed when his face comes up from Alucard's neck, and his voice is thick and breathy, but there's the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. ]
And then I stop. Was that it?
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Because with that roll of Trevor's hips, Alucard grinds back up against him far more assertively than anything so far. With all the administrations to his neck there's a louder noise of pleasure, and when Trevor pulls away, there's only one thing to do: fix that.
Trevor's hair is still in Alucard's hand, so after taking just long enough to admire that flush faced, there is a yank so Alucard can put his lips to Trevor's and get everything he needs to say across. There is no grace to the kiss, it's all teeth and lips and the barest bit of fang, happy to betray that he's really, really far too into all of this but wouldn't it be a shame if Alucard finished before Trevor could even do anything? Maybe a bit of desperation in there too. Alucard's aware that "make the vampire come undone" is also a sport.]
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Apologies, your highness. I forgot that princelings shouldn't need to ask.
[ He's going to be using all his remaining self-control on being a shit. Because if he's going to be stopping this now then the least he can do is to continue being a mouthy fucker instead of just sighing and moaning and whispering Alucard's name. Which he has been known to do, but which he can never really look back on and think of as funny.
There's no shit-eating grin this time, though. Just an expression of slight effort and not-so-slight contentment as he finally, finally lowers himself onto his stupid beautiful vampire. ]
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[There. That's the last of the smartassedness for now (at least until they're finished because one has just bubbled up to the surface and Alucard is also a jackass. The rest, the rest is just wonderful warmth enveloping him. Trevor runs warm during these moments anyway, nearly Sypha levels, and then there's watching his face.
That face is unfair on every single level, and the vampire thinks he can be forgiven for just lying back and watching it. There's beauty of it's own there, that complete satisfaction, and Alucard doesn't move until Trevor's gotten himself well and comfortable.]
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And he probably looks ridiculous right now, or at least what he considers to be ridiculous. Eyes dark and heavy, lines of his face made to look softer by the redness of it, hair definitely clinging to his neck and forehead.
Lowering himself down enough to kiss at Alucard's collarbone, he begins to move. ]
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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.]
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Even this isn't comfortable enough for you, your highness?
[ It's breathy and only vaguely audible because it turns into a whine at the end. And then Alucard thrusts, and the sound that comes out of Trevor when he does is soft but it's also obscene even by Trevor standards. ]
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