Actually, the sheer amount of blood was the enemy at first, because there was so much blood to get rid of at a low elevation that Alucard was going to actually scream. Most of it was sunbaked onto the stone, but there were still puddles! Of night creature blood! And poor Sypha had to make it all rise up before they could work on the stairs.
(He spent a long time drafting the stairs, which was the fun part. He hadn't designed anything since Gresit.)
But now heat is the enemy too, at least for the other two. Alucard does not feel the problem as keenly, but here? Now? Looking at Trevor sprawled out? Heat is the enemy is so many ways.]
[ For a lot of reasons, honestly. The ice is the first thing he can think of right now, even if he'll be exchanging it for being too hot at night again when she claims the middle of the bed for herself so that she can be warm at both of them. She's been missed, even if her absence no longer makes things terribly, terribly awkward. ]
Can't believe I'm being bested by the sun worse than a fucking vampire.
[Alucard hovers over Trevor for a few moments. The past few days of working on the stairs have meant getting constant eyefulls of Trevor without a shirt on from all angles, which has been...interesting. Distracting at times, because he knows that Trevor's chest is surprisingly comfortable and his back is uh.
A problem as well, it seems. Which means he's hovering over Trevor more than he should be. He takes a step back, and sighs.]
Over this way. It's cooler, I've caught a breeze a few times.
Mrph. [ This is the sound of 'Trevor does not want to put in any physical effort at all because he is too drunk, too tired, too injured or too warm'. ] Cooler is good.
[ He pushes himself to his feet, already missing COLD FLORR and instead draping himself over COLD VAMPIRR. ]
...I'll be honest, I think I just expected you to roll yourself slowly across the floor.
[So now he has a terrible Belmont coat instead. There are worse things, Alucard supposes, and he's careful as he moves them both into a cooler corner of the place. He is right, of course, there's a breeze. (Coming, helpfully, from the crypt. Alucard doesn't know about the crypt yet.)]
Hmmm. Too much effort to put the shirt on, too much effort to stand...a shame that the heat's done you in.
[Not the sun. Just the heat. Plus Trevor still draped over him, which means Alucard has to carefully crouch down to the floor rather than shove Trevor off in full. Because now it'd be rude if he just did that.]
[ Alucard is deceptively strong, far stronger than him. But even with all of that strength, if caught at the right moment (for example, while crouching down at the awkward, unbalanced angle that lowering a Trevor to the ground requires)-
-he pushes his foot against the ground to knock Alucard down with him, so that they're both lying on their sides on the floor, and then pushes him onto his back so he can rest his head in the crook of his neck, hand spreading wide over his chest to touch as much as he can. Alucard is blissfully cool, even through his shirt. ]
Which is not the right thought to have when being tossed onto the floor, grappled, and touched in a way that steals a little bit of air, but there you go. That's Alucard's situation right now, and fuck if his response isn't to automatically press closer to Trevor's hand.
Floor's convenient. And everywhere else is too warm.
[ And he nuzzles against whatever part of Alucard is closest (the side of his neck, right now, and the underside of his jaw) affectionately before pressing a quick kiss there. ]
Once it's cooler you can knock me to wherever you please. Fair?
[That's new. Not just having Trevor pressed against his neck, having him kiss it, but the little surprised noise of total delight that escapes Alucard before he can even register it. That felt amazing, not just there but in the deeper parts of him.
Oh.
So that's a thing, isn't it?
That also means Trevor's not getting a response, the vampire needs a second to process.]
[ Oh, now that was nice. Immediately, Trevor's face splits into a a wide, horrible grin. His movements are still lethargic as he pulls himself up on top of Alucard's chest, but there's no tiredness in his expression anymore. He's learned something great. ]
Hmm, that was an interesting little noise, wasn't it?
[ He doesn't kiss again, but he keeps his face there, lips only just touching the skin and makes a long, soft 'hmm?' sound, letting it vibrate against Alucard's neck. ]
I am not sure this is how vampirism works, Belmont.
[This is a terrible reversal on every level and he hates it! Just as much as he really, really hates that grin. And how good that vibration is against his neck.
Thankfully, Trevor hasn't figured out what it looks like when the vampire blushes yet. Because there is such heat in his cheeks that Alucard's certain he is about to explode.]
[ This is the best day ever. Even if it is too fucking hot. Honestly, that part is largely forgotten right now save for how pleasant Alucard's skin feels. ]
And I'm a shitty Belmont, so it figures we'd get all the details wrong.
[ And since Alucard was the one who brought up the vampire thing, he's naturally the only one to blame when Trevor nips, lightly and carefully, at the place he kissed before. ]
[He hasn't figured out the more he protests, the more the Belmont is going to bully the vampire.
Trevor's much too warm against his chest, and so the floor's coolness on his back feels like balance. Not that being sandwiched between the floor and Trevor feels ideal at the moment, especially as Trevor decides to move just beyond a kiss or teasing. That? That's unfair.
And so is the noise Alucard makes in response, which seems to surprise even himself.]
[ He repeats thoughtfully, as he moves to kiss somewhere else. It's all soft, experimental, and his lips brush further to the side, over the pulse point. This is delightful. But-
-It is also, while it doesn't seem like it's going particularly further than any other instance of lying somewhere and kissing (less far, honestly, than most. This was intended as lazy playfulness), clearly slightly more for Alucard than he'd intended it to be. ]
Woud that be you asking me to stop? [ It's worded like a quip, but it's a genuine question. ]
[He takes a moment to catch his breath and himself. As lovely as the sensations are (and they are so lovely), this is probably too fast. They've been at this a week. He moves a hand to tilt Trevor's chin up, making sure his and Trevor's eyes meet.]
I think it may be too eager.
[Which is to say, make himself to eager. But with that same hand, he drags Trevor's lips over to his. That? That isn't too much at all.]
[ The first kiss is deep. That, at least, they've managed to figure out each other's boundaries for quickly. Because you have to figure out boundaries fairly quickly when fangs are involved. There's an unspoken system to it. As long as Alucard's jaw is open, only one of them moves at a time to avoid bad coordination resulting in accidents. The second is tiny and soft, acting as a moment of transition between kissing and not. ]
So, what would the correct amount of eager be, and how would you have me go about achieving it?
[It is downright fascinating (and terrible) how Trevor's gestures go big at the start, then decrease. This is one such example, and God if it isn't electrifying. A study in contrasts, and as that tiny little kiss happens, Alucard can't help himself. His hand goes to Trevor's chest, just to get even.
Cool hand over warm and very naked chest. That's quite nice indeed.]
This amount of eager, then. Sounds pleasant enough.
[ Shit, Alucard's hands against his chest are pleasant even normally, but right now the slight cool of him is wonderful. He props himself up on one arm, pushing the hand of it underneah Alucard's head so that he's not resting his head on the stone floor (that, even Trevor will admit, is not the most comfortable thing). His other hand he uses to rub Alucard's side softly. ]
Any more eager than this and I'd just get warmer, after all.
[Not having one's head on the floor does wonders, don't you know. As does this particular arrangement, which Alucard has to admit is incredibly nice. It's the hand on his side he likes best at the moment, the movement relaxing and cooling just as the stone.]
You don't need any help with that. [The hand on Trevor's chest moves just enough to indicate a forearm.]
Entire family always has. God fucking loves irony.
[ This is comfortable, with cool from both the breeze and from Alucard himself. He spreads his fingers through Alucard’s hair, trying to find the best way to cradle it above the floor. ]
Not that the vampire who starts sqealing the second something touches his neck has any right to comment.
[There. That's best, Alucard angles his head just so, ensuring that the angle is comfortable for both, and even if Trevor's hands move, there's other places for support.
Which is just about the only thing getting support right now, it seems, because that comment gets a hell of a scowl.]
Shut up.
[Good news: the vampire has ways to help with that! Which mostly means punctuating the helpful suggestion by leaning up and making the kiss strictly more aggressive than required.]
[ Maybe it'll lose its novelty, having the vampire cover his mouth with his own to stop him from saying stupid shit. It hasn't yet. It's also only encouraging him to say more stupid shit, to get shut up more often, but at this point he's half-convinced that that may just be the point.
And so naturally, when he breaks the kiss to press his forehead against Alucard's, he absolutely does not shut up. ]
You're right, it does make you a little too eager. That's adorable.
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Actually, the sheer amount of blood was the enemy at first, because there was so much blood to get rid of at a low elevation that Alucard was going to actually scream. Most of it was sunbaked onto the stone, but there were still puddles! Of night creature blood! And poor Sypha had to make it all rise up before they could work on the stairs.
(He spent a long time drafting the stairs, which was the fun part. He hadn't designed anything since Gresit.)
But now heat is the enemy too, at least for the other two. Alucard does not feel the problem as keenly, but here? Now? Looking at Trevor sprawled out? Heat is the enemy is so many ways.]
She'll be back tomorrow. We'll have ice then.
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[ For a lot of reasons, honestly. The ice is the first thing he can think of right now, even if he'll be exchanging it for being too hot at night again when she claims the middle of the bed for herself so that she can be warm at both of them. She's been missed, even if her absence no longer makes things terribly, terribly awkward. ]
Can't believe I'm being bested by the sun worse than a fucking vampire.
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A problem as well, it seems. Which means he's hovering over Trevor more than he should be. He takes a step back, and sighs.]
Over this way. It's cooler, I've caught a breeze a few times.
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[ He pushes himself to his feet, already missing COLD FLORR and instead draping himself over COLD VAMPIRR. ]
Lead on.
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[So now he has a terrible Belmont coat instead. There are worse things, Alucard supposes, and he's careful as he moves them both into a cooler corner of the place. He is right, of course, there's a breeze. (Coming, helpfully, from the crypt. Alucard doesn't know about the crypt yet.)]
There. Do you need help getting back down too?
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[ He's right, though. It is more pleasant here. There's that breeze, and they're further from the entrance where the sun's streaming in. ]
I don't need help. [ But he doesn't detach from Alucard, so he wants it. ]
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[Not the sun. Just the heat. Plus Trevor still draped over him, which means Alucard has to carefully crouch down to the floor rather than shove Trevor off in full. Because now it'd be rude if he just did that.]
Need and yet you haven't told me to stop.
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-he pushes his foot against the ground to knock Alucard down with him, so that they're both lying on their sides on the floor, and then pushes him onto his back so he can rest his head in the crook of his neck, hand spreading wide over his chest to touch as much as he can. Alucard is blissfully cool, even through his shirt. ]
You're right. Better here.
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Which is not the right thought to have when being tossed onto the floor, grappled, and touched in a way that steals a little bit of air, but there you go. That's Alucard's situation right now, and fuck if his response isn't to automatically press closer to Trevor's hand.
He scowls though.]
Why must you continually knock me to the floor?
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[ And he nuzzles against whatever part of Alucard is closest (the side of his neck, right now, and the underside of his jaw) affectionately before pressing a quick kiss there. ]
Once it's cooler you can knock me to wherever you please. Fair?
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[That's new. Not just having Trevor pressed against his neck, having him kiss it, but the little surprised noise of total delight that escapes Alucard before he can even register it. That felt amazing, not just there but in the deeper parts of him.
Oh.
So that's a thing, isn't it?
That also means Trevor's not getting a response, the vampire needs a second to process.]
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Hmm, that was an interesting little noise, wasn't it?
[ He doesn't kiss again, but he keeps his face there, lips only just touching the skin and makes a long, soft 'hmm?' sound, letting it vibrate against Alucard's neck. ]
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I am not sure this is how vampirism works, Belmont.
[This is a terrible reversal on every level and he hates it! Just as much as he really, really hates that grin. And how good that vibration is against his neck.
Thankfully, Trevor hasn't figured out what it looks like when the vampire blushes yet. Because there is such heat in his cheeks that Alucard's certain he is about to explode.]
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[ This is the best day ever. Even if it is too fucking hot. Honestly, that part is largely forgotten right now save for how pleasant Alucard's skin feels. ]
And I'm a shitty Belmont, so it figures we'd get all the details wrong.
[ And since Alucard was the one who brought up the vampire thing, he's naturally the only one to blame when Trevor nips, lightly and carefully, at the place he kissed before. ]
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[He hasn't figured out the more he protests, the more the Belmont is going to bully the vampire.
Trevor's much too warm against his chest, and so the floor's coolness on his back feels like balance. Not that being sandwiched between the floor and Trevor feels ideal at the moment, especially as Trevor decides to move just beyond a kiss or teasing. That? That's unfair.
And so is the noise Alucard makes in response, which seems to surprise even himself.]
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[ He repeats thoughtfully, as he moves to kiss somewhere else. It's all soft, experimental, and his lips brush further to the side, over the pulse point. This is delightful. But-
-It is also, while it doesn't seem like it's going particularly further than any other instance of lying somewhere and kissing (less far, honestly, than most. This was intended as lazy playfulness), clearly slightly more for Alucard than he'd intended it to be. ]
Woud that be you asking me to stop? [ It's worded like a quip, but it's a genuine question. ]
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[He takes a moment to catch his breath and himself. As lovely as the sensations are (and they are so lovely), this is probably too fast. They've been at this a week. He moves a hand to tilt Trevor's chin up, making sure his and Trevor's eyes meet.]
I think it may be too eager.
[Which is to say, make himself to eager. But with that same hand, he drags Trevor's lips over to his. That? That isn't too much at all.]
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[ The first kiss is deep. That, at least, they've managed to figure out each other's boundaries for quickly. Because you have to figure out boundaries fairly quickly when fangs are involved. There's an unspoken system to it. As long as Alucard's jaw is open, only one of them moves at a time to avoid bad coordination resulting in accidents. The second is tiny and soft, acting as a moment of transition between kissing and not. ]
So, what would the correct amount of eager be, and how would you have me go about achieving it?
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Cool hand over warm and very naked chest. That's quite nice indeed.]
I think that you've just defined it.
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[ Shit, Alucard's hands against his chest are pleasant even normally, but right now the slight cool of him is wonderful. He props himself up on one arm, pushing the hand of it underneah Alucard's head so that he's not resting his head on the stone floor (that, even Trevor will admit, is not the most comfortable thing). His other hand he uses to rub Alucard's side softly. ]
Any more eager than this and I'd just get warmer, after all.
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You don't need any help with that. [The hand on Trevor's chest moves just enough to indicate a forearm.]
I can't believe you get sunburnt.
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[ This is comfortable, with cool from both the breeze and from Alucard himself. He spreads his fingers through Alucard’s hair, trying to find the best way to cradle it above the floor. ]
Not that the vampire who starts sqealing the second something touches his neck has any right to comment.
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Which is just about the only thing getting support right now, it seems, because that comment gets a hell of a scowl.]
Shut up.
[Good news: the vampire has ways to help with that! Which mostly means punctuating the helpful suggestion by leaning up and making the kiss strictly more aggressive than required.]
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And so naturally, when he breaks the kiss to press his forehead against Alucard's, he absolutely does not shut up. ]
You're right, it does make you a little too eager. That's adorable.
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You are incorrigible. I can get up and leave, you know.
[Which is is doing. Right now. Totally. Instead of enjoying the fact that Trevor's so close and that this position is so very, very wonderful.]
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