[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. ]
[Oh. Oh fuck this to hell, he was going to wait for this but:]
By any configuration, I assumed at this point I was the straw bed.
[His hair's even the right color. And he'll wait for Trevor to respond before thrusting again, because he so deserves to get a reaction for that line before they both unravel in full. Especially because he wants to hear that obscene noise about five more times right goddamn now.]
[ Fuck, it's difficult to say stupid shit like this. Even without him moving, even without anything else, just being connected to Alucard like this is overwhelming. But he has to do his best, because where would any of us be if Trevor could not say stupid shit? ]
[ There's that stupid obscene noise again, louder this time, an the instinct is to arch his back but Alucard's hand is there in his hair and he finds it being pulled all the harder because of his own attempts to move away and he is perfectly okay with that. ]
I'm not the one- [ and he moves back and forth a little, grinding himself against Alucard again because now he is very much the one who is being impatient and making tiny, soft pants as he does. ] -who is in anything right now.
[That noise gets the happiest grin from Alucard yet, mixed with something a bit more cunning. The hand on Trevor's hip? That's gone, and now it's on Trevor's ass, pressing him even closer as the next thrust, then the next right after follows.
All the better for that grinding. Alucard's happy to have that cock right where it is.]
That is a fair point, and yet.
[They're talking too much. Time to fix that, yanking Trevor's hair in an attempt to get him in kissing range again.]
[ Okay, so moving the hand away from his hip was UNFAIR. And moving it to his ass instead was VERY UNFAIR. And he expresses how terribly unfair all of it is by trying and just about managing to bite back that noise. And that would be an excellent way of demonstrating contempt if it weren't for the fact that the noise instead comes out as a long hiss through gritted teeth and accompanied by a shudder that goes all the way through him and sounding even more filthy than it would have originally for the effort.
Fuck kissing range, because it's almost embarrassing how quickly he's coming apart. He tugs back against the hand in his hair, because he isn't going to let the vampire bring him to the edge this quickly without at least being a little bit shitty about it. ]
My own fucking plan, remember?
[ This is not kissing range. This is neck range. The bites from before have already faded into a slight redness, but his mouth goes to where he thinks he remembers one of them being, sucking and nibbling at the flesh there. And if that means tugging against the hand in his hair so that his hair gets pulled? Then oh dear, what a terrible shame. ]
[This entire thing has been VERY UNFAIR from the start. It continues to be very unfair because for example: that noise. The way the hiss and shudder meld together and the way that Alucard can feel it ripple through him is absolutely unfair. It's not worth trying to muffle the cry in response to all of that. The noise is loud. Who's going to hear it besides the two of them?
Trevor can fight the hand. Fine. Just like Alucard can give another thrust as the words fucking plan get said because he is a shit too.
He opens his mouth to also sass back at those words, but nope. The minute Sypha and Trevor figured out Alucard's total weakness in the neck was the day Alucard was doomed Forever. Especially in moments like this, because he wants to be an ass even more, he wants to speed up his hips so terribly badly, but all he can do is grab Trevor's ass harder as that mouth returns to doing every single little thing that just makes Alucard whimper.]
[ It isn't much longer before it's too much. Another of those shudders goes down him, and another of those noises, and he chooses not to muffle it against Alucard's neck because fine, fine, he did good, he deserves to get noises.
It doesn't last long, because there's a sense of urgency to it as he returns his mouth to Alucard's neck, biting down hard. It's a sharp contrast to the stupid slow stopping and starting and teasing before, but now he's working against time, desperate to get the vampire off quickly now, before he becomes too achingly oversensitive to be any use. ]
[When that bite is felt, and oh it is felt, that's practically permission to speed Alucard's hips. Being jackasses at each other is well and truly over, the rest is just about what pleases them both because there has been too much teasing.
That bite also prompts an all too drawn out iteration of Trevor's name, laced with too heavy breath and half closed eyes. His fingers release Trevor's ass for just a minute, grab onto a new spot, and when the clamp back down it is with glorious and renewed purpose.
Alucard's terribly close. Closer just because of those noises, if there's to be any honest truth.]
[ There are more of them. Less dramatic now, but more constant, because all of this, all of this is swiftly becoming too much. The way he's rocking his hips is desperate, shamefully uncoordinated and probably wouldn't be all that helpful were Alucard not so close already, because he absolutely has to bring Alucard off before this crosses the line from amazing to actually painful.
He has to, because that soft cry of his name makes it so very much not an option to not finish this properly. He licks over the bite one more time before moving upwards, above Alucard's face with the best shit-eating grin he can manage (right now? not a very good one. It's too loving, too content. But he's trying). ]
Spoiled little princeling.
[ And with that, he's kissing Alucard before he can make any sort of retort. ]
[Shit eating or far too content, it doesn't matter. Alucard's ability to do words right now is absolutely gone, it's all he can do to just kiss back. Kiss back and hold Trevor right there for just as long as he can.
The kiss doesn't last for long. Alucard can feel something incredibly warm starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His hips are too wild and barely controlled, and as terrible as it'd be to just finish with Trevor's mouth still on his, Alucard isn't a monster.
(While true, this is also not exactly what he is thinking in the moment. He is primarily thinking that he needs air.)
There's a soft moan, and it quickly crescendos. A half strangled cry of Trevor's name again, lost to just pleasure. Slightly more successful attempts to touch all of Trevor as humanly possible, because the hand in Trevor's hair tightens, so does the grip on his ass, and Alucard arches up, up, up to try and bring them closer together. His neck's all too exposed. His face is flushed. His hair is going to look like shit in a few moree seconds.]
Gradually, gradually, Trevor stills. He lets himself sink down to Alucard's side, lets Alucard slide out from inside him. And it takes him a moment to get his breath back, but when he does he reaches over (his arms feel like lead suddenly, but this is important). He's stroking Alucard's hair now, and the gesture is impossibly soft compared to all of what came before it. ]
You take such wonderful care of your loyal subjects, princeling.
[Fact: his hair looks like flattened Barbie doll hair, and Trevor's hand there is...well, neither adding nor making it worse than it already is.
Leave it to Trevor to make coming down from all of that be nothing more than a sudden return to form. One that gets a deep and tired laugh, but a laugh no less because fuck. Just. Fuck.
Alucard manages to find enough energy to drag Trevor close enough. He's terribly sensitive and there's a stickiness on his lower torso that will have to be taken care of, but he wants Trevor here.]
[ As is often Trevor's opinion on so many situations, cleaning up can wait. This is so much more important.
He's- okay, sometimes he is less than careful with Alucard in these times. But he's careful right now, every movement soft and slow and delicate. As if Alucard is made of glass rather than being the sturdiest fucker here. One arm is draped over his chest, one playing softly with his hair (and his hair does look amazing, in the way that an animal puffing itself up to look larger and more threatening looks amazing. Trevor likes it that way, anyway. It's always a good morning when Alucard forgets to fix it before serving breakfast and takes just a little too long to figure out why both he and Sypha are looking so infuriatingly smug). ]
Are you going to sleep in the fucking bed from now on? Or have I gone and encouraged you to leave me sleeping on my own every time?
[There has never been denial that the vampire adores being held and touched like this. Nor has there ever been a mystery on the topic either. The minute everything clicked into place with how it would be, there was no restraint of affection or the many variations of it. Present in everything, at least when Alucard is the one doing the touching, is that undercurrent of possessiveness, like this could still be wrenched from him at any moment. It's impossible for him to get rid of, not for fear at all, but because that same undercurrent was as much of his parent's relationship as their endless affection for each other as well.
So when there's no note of that from the others, he's just as undone as he is through more rousing activity. There's a deeper glow, and he closes his eyes just a moment to curl around that warmth. Hang on. Because the other reason he adores these moments and their gentleness is because Alucard has seen what those hands can do. What they can bend, what they can break, what they can destroy. To be like this, to hold on as gentle as possible, that is a choice. Deliberate and well considered, and he revels in that fact.
His eyes flutter open again (because he knows how it looks and he is nothing if not giving.)]
Hm. I consider myself extremely persuaded.
[Alucard could be an asshole, but everything about Trevor right now is arguing against that. He's going to just stay undone for the rest of the day. One hand reaching over Trevor's shoulder, resting on his back. The other resting on what he can reach of Trevro's side.]
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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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[Oh. Oh fuck this to hell, he was going to wait for this but:]
By any configuration, I assumed at this point I was the straw bed.
[His hair's even the right color. And he'll wait for Trevor to respond before thrusting again, because he so deserves to get a reaction for that line before they both unravel in full. Especially because he wants to hear that obscene noise about five more times right goddamn now.]
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[ Fuck, it's difficult to say stupid shit like this. Even without him moving, even without anything else, just being connected to Alucard like this is overwhelming. But he has to do his best, because where would any of us be if Trevor could not say stupid shit? ]
The straw bed was soft.
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You've only yourself to blame for that. You have made this bed, and you must lie in it.
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I'm not the one- [ and he moves back and forth a little, grinding himself against Alucard again because now he is very much the one who is being impatient and making tiny, soft pants as he does. ] -who is in anything right now.
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All the better for that grinding. Alucard's happy to have that cock right where it is.]
That is a fair point, and yet.
[They're talking too much. Time to fix that, yanking Trevor's hair in an attempt to get him in kissing range again.]
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Fuck kissing range, because it's almost embarrassing how quickly he's coming apart. He tugs back against the hand in his hair, because he isn't going to let the vampire bring him to the edge this quickly without at least being a little bit shitty about it. ]
My own fucking plan, remember?
[ This is not kissing range. This is neck range. The bites from before have already faded into a slight redness, but his mouth goes to where he thinks he remembers one of them being, sucking and nibbling at the flesh there. And if that means tugging against the hand in his hair so that his hair gets pulled? Then oh dear, what a terrible shame. ]
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Trevor can fight the hand. Fine. Just like Alucard can give another thrust as the words fucking plan get said because he is a shit too.
He opens his mouth to also sass back at those words, but nope. The minute Sypha and Trevor figured out Alucard's total weakness in the neck was the day Alucard was doomed Forever. Especially in moments like this, because he wants to be an ass even more, he wants to speed up his hips so terribly badly, but all he can do is grab Trevor's ass harder as that mouth returns to doing every single little thing that just makes Alucard whimper.]
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It doesn't last long, because there's a sense of urgency to it as he returns his mouth to Alucard's neck, biting down hard. It's a sharp contrast to the stupid slow stopping and starting and teasing before, but now he's working against time, desperate to get the vampire off quickly now, before he becomes too achingly oversensitive to be any use. ]
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That bite also prompts an all too drawn out iteration of Trevor's name, laced with too heavy breath and half closed eyes. His fingers release Trevor's ass for just a minute, grab onto a new spot, and when the clamp back down it is with glorious and renewed purpose.
Alucard's terribly close. Closer just because of those noises, if there's to be any honest truth.]
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He has to, because that soft cry of his name makes it so very much not an option to not finish this properly. He licks over the bite one more time before moving upwards, above Alucard's face with the best shit-eating grin he can manage (right now? not a very good one. It's too loving, too content. But he's trying). ]
Spoiled little princeling.
[ And with that, he's kissing Alucard before he can make any sort of retort. ]
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The kiss doesn't last for long. Alucard can feel something incredibly warm starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His hips are too wild and barely controlled, and as terrible as it'd be to just finish with Trevor's mouth still on his, Alucard isn't a monster.
(While true, this is also not exactly what he is thinking in the moment. He is primarily thinking that he needs air.)
There's a soft moan, and it quickly crescendos. A half strangled cry of Trevor's name again, lost to just pleasure. Slightly more successful attempts to touch all of Trevor as humanly possible, because the hand in Trevor's hair tightens, so does the grip on his ass, and Alucard arches up, up, up to try and bring them closer together. His neck's all too exposed. His face is flushed. His hair is going to look like shit in a few moree seconds.]
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Gradually, gradually, Trevor stills. He lets himself sink down to Alucard's side, lets Alucard slide out from inside him. And it takes him a moment to get his breath back, but when he does he reaches over (his arms feel like lead suddenly, but this is important). He's stroking Alucard's hair now, and the gesture is impossibly soft compared to all of what came before it. ]
You take such wonderful care of your loyal subjects, princeling.
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Leave it to Trevor to make coming down from all of that be nothing more than a sudden return to form. One that gets a deep and tired laugh, but a laugh no less because fuck. Just. Fuck.
Alucard manages to find enough energy to drag Trevor close enough. He's terribly sensitive and there's a stickiness on his lower torso that will have to be taken care of, but he wants Trevor here.]
I am nothing if I do not serve.
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He's- okay, sometimes he is less than careful with Alucard in these times. But he's careful right now, every movement soft and slow and delicate. As if Alucard is made of glass rather than being the sturdiest fucker here. One arm is draped over his chest, one playing softly with his hair (and his hair does look amazing, in the way that an animal puffing itself up to look larger and more threatening looks amazing. Trevor likes it that way, anyway. It's always a good morning when Alucard forgets to fix it before serving breakfast and takes just a little too long to figure out why both he and Sypha are looking so infuriatingly smug). ]
Are you going to sleep in the fucking bed from now on? Or have I gone and encouraged you to leave me sleeping on my own every time?
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So when there's no note of that from the others, he's just as undone as he is through more rousing activity. There's a deeper glow, and he closes his eyes just a moment to curl around that warmth. Hang on. Because the other reason he adores these moments and their gentleness is because Alucard has seen what those hands can do. What they can bend, what they can break, what they can destroy. To be like this, to hold on as gentle as possible, that is a choice. Deliberate and well considered, and he revels in that fact.
His eyes flutter open again (because he knows how it looks and he is nothing if not giving.)]
Hm. I consider myself extremely persuaded.
[Alucard could be an asshole, but everything about Trevor right now is arguing against that. He's going to just stay undone for the rest of the day. One hand reaching over Trevor's shoulder, resting on his back. The other resting on what he can reach of Trevro's side.]