[Well, the headbutt to the butt isn't happening, because that was going to be the check-in move to decide where, precisely, this was heading. (A joke that Trevor would absolutely make right now too if he wasn't otherwise occupied.) As it is, he looks up just in time to see Sypha shift, and the immediate trajectory is crystal clear.
Alucard's certain that Sypha's not going to be content to shower his neck in affection. He wouldn't if the tables were turned (and they so often are), but there's such a look of disappointment on his face as she moves off of him. The warmth will linger (it always does), but it is not there and immediate and ever pressing. There's only the weight and fire below now.
There's just enough daringness in Alucard for him to grab a pillow and prop his head up on an angle so that he can follow Sypha's new instructions. (Flat on the back is terrible for good observation.) His hands don't move below his own ears, so she can't deploy whatever terrible punishment she has in mind. What he sees is too much, too overwhelming. His fingernails dig into his palms. There's not much more restraint left there.
He twists so he can lean into Sypha's hand. His chest is a favored place for attention too, even if it pales in comparison to the neck. Trevor's hands force Alucard's hips to stay in place, if only for now. (Trevor's also starting to have a problem, but that's secondary to the point right now.)]
It....always is.
[Fuck. Trevor leans into Sypha's hand, and Alucard feels every inch of that movement around him.]
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Alucard's certain that Sypha's not going to be content to shower his neck in affection. He wouldn't if the tables were turned (and they so often are), but there's such a look of disappointment on his face as she moves off of him. The warmth will linger (it always does), but it is not there and immediate and ever pressing. There's only the weight and fire below now.
There's just enough daringness in Alucard for him to grab a pillow and prop his head up on an angle so that he can follow Sypha's new instructions. (Flat on the back is terrible for good observation.) His hands don't move below his own ears, so she can't deploy whatever terrible punishment she has in mind. What he sees is too much, too overwhelming. His fingernails dig into his palms. There's not much more restraint left there.
He twists so he can lean into Sypha's hand. His chest is a favored place for attention too, even if it pales in comparison to the neck. Trevor's hands force Alucard's hips to stay in place, if only for now. (Trevor's also starting to have a problem, but that's secondary to the point right now.)]
It....always is.
[Fuck. Trevor leans into Sypha's hand, and Alucard feels every inch of that movement around him.]