[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.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-10 11:26 pm
no subject
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.]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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?
no subject
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.]