cryptsleeper | ALWAYS SUNNY FONT: the gang goes to france

Mmm.

[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.]

Fine, fine.

[ 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.]

I think that you've just defined it.

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.]

I can't believe you get sunburnt.

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.

[Goddamnit Treffy. Why are you like this? Why can you not just ask for what you want?]

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.]

Are you going to?

[ Because bullying the vampire is what he wants. The hand at Alucard's side edges just slightly under his shirt, stroking fingertips against the side of his waist. ]

I'd be so terribly upset if you did. You're nice and cool.

So I'm what, the replacement ice bucket right now?

[Rude! But that move on his shirt makes up for it, and unfortunately there's some boldness on Alucard's end too. If the Belmont is having so many problems cooling down, then to entwine their legs should help as well.

He's being so very mature here.]

[ The coolness is dulled through layers of clothing, but it's still noticeable. Still pleasant. ]

The ice bucket complains less.

[ There's a terrible grin on his face then, and he pushes his hand up Alucard's shirt and 'accidentally' catches the hand supporting his head in the short hairs at the back of Alucard's neck. Oops. ]

And doesn't melt half as quickly.

This ice bucket would like to blame other factors in that last statement.

[This is your fault you horrible possum. Especially because that accident and where that hand is moving means that there's another noise. A soft one, probably less obscene on a different face.]

Such as that.

I'll be honest, I've never tried sticking my hand up an ice bucket's shirt. But I'm fairly sure they don't make such lovely noises about it.

[ His hand is resting against Alucard's ribs now, rubbing softly against them, trying to get the chill of his bare skin to seep into his own. ]

You could get up and leave.

I could.

[There's a lot of things he could do right now. That hand, distracting as it is, does offer a thought though.]

But then you'd die from heat exhaustion, and I'd have to explain that to Sypha. Hardly right.

Oh, probably.

[ The hand wriggles back slightly, fingertips between Alucard and the stone, so he can pull himself tightly against him. ]

It'd be a lot of trouble. I should get as close as I can. To be safe.

[There's a very low and thoughtful noise out of Alucard at that. He has an Idea now, because bullying the Belmont should be a thing just as much as bullying the vampire seems to be. They're impossibly close, and soon Alucard's free hand comes to rest on top of the one of Trevor's that very much under his own shirt.]

I imagine you can get closer.

[Just ooooone more step to this.]

Now how- [ And he kisses Alucard between words. It's quick, light, more a form of very affectionate punctuation than anything else. ]

-how exactly would I do that? Without being too eager, of course.

[Thank you Trevor, opportunity provided. Which is all to say that those terrible teasing kisses get answered with a much deeper one, all lips and tongue and paying very careful attention to fang.

For this to work though, there has to be more. The legs wrapped around Trevor's tighten. The hand on Trevor's hip moves so it's around his waist, the one on Trevor's hand stays where it is for now, and the rest is an all too quick grapple that suggests all this eagerness might be supplemented with vampire speed.

Including dragging Trevor's wrist up above Trevor's head on stone floor, which is a great plan until it isn't.]

[ Well shit. He hadn't quite expected that. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it, like this isn't the kind of thing he's been hoping for for a long time. ]

About fucking ti-

[ And then there is a crack, as Alucard applies far too much force to a wrist that can't move any further down because the floor's in the way of it. And the noise that Trevor makes isn't one of those pretty little sounds of desire but more a scream that's only half bitten back, followed by a stream of curses through gritted teeth. ]

-fuck. Fuck.

[Alucard knows exactly what a broken bone sounds like. It sounds like that. Which means there's only one thing he can manage as he all but scrambles up off of Trevor.

(He isn't fully off, he's just straddling Trevor's waist now, absolute mortification etched on his face.]

Your wrist....

[There is horror, there is apology, and there is Alucard looking like he is actually going to die. Because he just broke Trevor's wrist. While making out. In the Hold.]

[ The stream of curses slows to a trickle, eventually becoming just heavy breathing through gritted teeth. ]

Okay, maybe that was a little too eager, shit.

[ It's a joke. It's pained, but it's still a joke. ]

Least it was my left.

[Alucard's just going to stay where he is and die of shame. Or at least he's going to get to his feet and immediately try to haul Trevor up while being totally, totally mortified about this.

He's not holding eye contact as he mutters:]

I can reset the bone but I'll need supplies in the castle to make sure it stays in place.

[ He takes Alucard's hand in his good one, using it to pull himself up, and then takes his hand back to squeeze at the wrist experimentally, trying to get an idea of how bad the break is (this is not the first time he's done this. though it is the first time it's been the result of kissing a vampire too much). Doing so hurts a lot, which he should probably have expected, and he makes a choked sort of cry. ]

Clean break. But- I'm probably not climbing out of here with the rope.

[ Srry Alucard, he'll need to be carried up. It's going to be awkward. ]

[Let him die.

Let him die because that portrait of Leon is going to be THERE and JUDGING and HE DOESN'T CARE FOR THIS SHIT.

Which is all to say that he just wilts, totally embarrassed.]

No, no you are not. I...imagine that if you climb on my back it will be easiest. Use your good arm to brace over my shoulders.

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