[What else can Alucard do in this moment except writhe and moan in absolute contentment under the weight of them both? His hands cannot move (they can, but whatever Sypha has in her head is enough to keep them still). He cannot shift his head because it would limit the skin that Sypha can kiss and bite and tease. He cannot move his legs because Trevor's put all his weight there, and so there is only this. This and not knowing which name to stutter out in the few moments he can articulate anything, because they're both overwhelming him.
At some point, Trevor decides his own nightshirt needs to go, and that affords a different view of the whole beautiful mess - that of from the top down. Alucard lost in sensation, his hands clenched into fists because he hasn't gone completely over the edge yet, Sypha having the absolute time of her life making it so, fading red marks on the vampires neck, and enough of Alucard's nightclothes hiked up now to show that he's halfway aroused.
That's a quick enough fix. If Alucard caught any of Trevor's staring (his eyes are on Sypha, which is fair considering the angle he is at), he's unaware. The only thing he feels is a hand around his cock, which prompts a new and deeper moan. One that grows louder as hand is exchanged for mouth.
(There's an art to arranging bodies here too, and Trevor's very careful not to accidentally headbutt Sypha's ass or legs.)]
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At some point, Trevor decides his own nightshirt needs to go, and that affords a different view of the whole beautiful mess - that of from the top down. Alucard lost in sensation, his hands clenched into fists because he hasn't gone completely over the edge yet, Sypha having the absolute time of her life making it so, fading red marks on the vampires neck, and enough of Alucard's nightclothes hiked up now to show that he's halfway aroused.
That's a quick enough fix. If Alucard caught any of Trevor's staring (his eyes are on Sypha, which is fair considering the angle he is at), he's unaware. The only thing he feels is a hand around his cock, which prompts a new and deeper moan. One that grows louder as hand is exchanged for mouth.
(There's an art to arranging bodies here too, and Trevor's very careful not to accidentally headbutt Sypha's ass or legs.)]