I thought you were the prince, and Trevor was something else. It's important to be accurate.
[It's also important to share, which means that at regular intervals Alucard will be subject to the impossible cuteness that is literally carrying Sypha while she leans over for kisses from Trevor. A feat of gymnastic greatness.]
...Or is a boyar the same? I don't remember...
[She probably does, but she knows she can bait Alucard into being an insufferable know-it-all, which is also always fun.]
[There's a groan from Trevor halfway through one of those kisses, You're going to get him started on this again? and Alucard cannot help but just hold his nose far too high.]
Well just for that, I'm not going to get into particulars lest I offend delicate sensibilities.
[Thank God as far as Trevor's concerned. Alucard's much too invested in being a transport for cuteness, all but glowing as he watches the two smooch.]
He is very cute when he's showing off, though. Just because you don't like the topic of choice...
[Not to be outdone, she works her fingers through Alucard's hair, nails scritching lightly at the nape of his neck while she continues to draw her kisses from Trevor with every offer of them.]
[Just pick a different topic. Like books or science. Which are equally unsexy, but things that Alucard is even nerdier about so the showing off potential is much greater.
Or the other option is to keep kissing Sypha to keep her from enabling, which is the thing Trevor decides to go with in the end. Alucard keeps trying to watch, but Sypha's nails are far, far too clever for their own good and that means he's making a stupid noise instead. He'd rather be underneath her on the bed while she does that, free to squirm in delight instead of clamp down because he's still carrying her.
Thank God the bedroom door is still open. There's no need to try and open it with an armful of Sypha, making life much easier. Rather than just put Sypha down on the bed and then climb in beside her, Alucard sits himself down with her still in his arms.
Actually, to hell with it. He lies right down, dragging Sypha with him so Trevor has enough time to climb into bed too.]
[Speaking of being very cute, there's another of those startled squeak noises, this time from the unexpected flop of Alucard hauling her down onto the mattress with him in a tangle of limbs. She's got the advantage, though, being on top of him for the moment. With Trevor making his way in to the tangle, that probably won't last for long, but for the time being, she's going to make the best of it.]
Come, now. Show off for me. Dazzle us with your silver tongue.
[While trying not to laugh at the irony of a silver-tongued vampire, of course. But it's easy to press her laughter against his neck, letting it rumble beneath his ear.]
[There's only one way to stop smart ass remarks when all three of them are like this. Alucard's move up to Sypha's back because there's a little spot midway up her spine that he loves to press again, and the rest is just tilting his head downward so he can put his lips on hers. Not forcefully, but enough to suggest that maybe her mouth is better occupied like this, all warmth against cooler air.
Trevor's on the other side of Sypha soon enough, leaning on his side rather than flat on his back. Hardly the strangest configuration of the three of them, with too much ample room for Sypha to shift and then be capable of resting atop both her boys at once.
[It's a pleased little noise, when she sees what they've done, and one that turns rich with amusement when she works out that there's an added fringe benefit to her boys from being like this as well — if she's atop both of them, then she's also warming both of them, and everyone is all the more snug for it.
It's a shame that she can't kiss both of them at once, but they've grown adept at navigating those logistics by now, and when she's finished taking her fill of Alucard's mouth, she reaches to twist her fingers in the hair at the back of Trevor's head and guides him down into the space she's just vacated, wanting to see him take his share, too.
They look good together, after all. Her two boys, light and dark, two halves of a whole, and hers, all hers.]
[Snug may not be the name of the game for the present moment, but it is a wonderful, wonderful by product born of Trevor's arm low around Sypha's waist, his hand brushing against whatever he can reach of Alucard. There's no shifting from this current configuration at the moment, and that's just fine.
Under other circumstances, the two boys might be more performative after Sypha's guidance mostly because her reactions are absolutely worth it. Not right now though, all those deep kisses are as genuine as anything else that has come before, although Trevor's not a fan of the fact his other arm is just kind of flopped above Alucard's head with no actual comfortable place to go.
Speaking of. One of Alucard's dips down Sypha's back again, hand daring to give her ass a firm squeeze. Just to see what happens. Just to test the mood.]
[They are a disaster of tangled limbs, with Sypha perhaps the only one granted the privilege of being truly comfortable, and yet it works out. Everyone is where they should be — close at hand, never out of reach. She could be happy just curling up atop them both and lounging forever, she thinks dreamily, hidden away from everything else in this little den of contentment they've built together.
Of course, it seems Alucard has ideas of his own, and for a second she really thinks his fingers are going to settle in the shallow hollow at the small of her back, light but possessive. But then they don't, and claiming a handful of her ass is equally possessive, albeit with a slightly different lean to the intentions.]
Mmm, careful.
[She's grinning. He's beneath her, and that's dangerous — especially if she can manage to bait Trevor into falling into league with her, which is always a possibility.]
You are in a precarious position to be teasing, Alucard.
[It a question said with full awareness of how precarious that position is, and maybe a little too much excitement about that fact as well. Precarious in this case usually means about two seconds from being completely overwhelmed by them both, and that's never a hardship. If anything, it's a delight, and it helps curb his own instincts which boil down to spoiling the other two in every way possible.
As if to hedge his bets (like Alucard needs to), he squeezes just a tiny bit more, mouth returning to Trevor's. Trevor who is very carefully listening to all of this.]
[She squirms a little, mostly just as unspoken confirmation that yes, she feels what he's doing there, and yes, she knows what he's up to, and yes, she's going to take the bait —]
You are, after all, on the bottom.
[She reaches behind herself, tracing her fingers down the length of his arm like a guideline until she finds his wrist, and wraps her fingers loosely around it before guiding his arm up and away, stretched over his head where she can pin it to the mattress.]
[Now that squirm is just rude given where Sypha is, but that's also part of the delight in all of this. Less delightful is that Trevor picks this exact moment to stop kissing the vampire, because Sypha's about to put something in motion and there needs to be just a little bit more room for movement.
It's a light pin. Alucard prefers that, because it's a show of just how much he's happy to let this happen. They both know that he could break it in half a second. Instead he's smirking up at Sypha like a total idiot, half trying to play along and half trying not to have hearts in his eyes for every word that leaves her lips.]
Hm, it would appear that way.
[Yeah, he can't help but let a grin slip through those words.]
[He's such a sucker, and more importantly, she's such a sucker for the both of them. She flicks a glance at Trevor, pleased to see him withdrawing just enough that it might just signal his agreement to play her accomplice, and shuffles herself a little so that she's less outright sprawled atop Alucard and more sitting over him, straddling his waist to help give the illusion of pinning him that way, too.]
The freedom of such a handsome prince must be worth a very high price.
[With her free hand, she runs her finger down his chest, letting it hook and catch against the collar of his nightshirt.]
It was very careless of you, letting yourself get caught like that.
[This is all very ridiculous, which goes all too well with Alucard's mood. There's no blushing at how Sypha's fingers catch at that collar, but there is more red in his cheeks given how she's sitting on him now. It's ridiculous how easily they can get to him. (It's wonderful.)]
I'd dare to say you've overestimated. I can only think of two people who'd pay such a price and they seem to be otherwise occupied.
[Okay now Trevor's just trying not to laugh. This is beyond ridiculous.]
[Oh, it's our now? Alucard knew it was inevitable that he was going to get ganged up on, but this quickly? He is a fool for not anticipating this. Or exactly how hard Sypha's willing to tease, because those fingers are so very, very cruel right now.]
That is an exceedingly unfair question.
[Likewise unfair is the fact Trevor's now nuzzling against Alucard's neck, as if that's going to force a gut response out of the vampire instead of the more measured responses he's giving now. All it does is prompt a soft whine of delight before he returns to the question.]
No matter how I respond, you're going to do as you wish.
[She hums happily, pleased to see Trevor's initiative unfolding in the form of going straight for their vampire's neck, because there are a handful of ways to get his poise to start coming undone and that's definitely one of them.]
Yes, of course we are.
[It's not as though she needs an answer. If he wasn't enjoying himself, he would've broken free and turned the tables by now. But there are a lot of components that go into Alucard's enjoyment of this, she suspects. The attention, the two of them working together, the whimsical fantasy of being at their mercy...
Speaking of whimsy, she shifts her hold on his hand, moving from pinning his wrist to holding his hand itself, with her fingers interwoven between his. Because sometimes she fights dirty.]
[It's a longer, slower way to extract truth from the vampire, but it's effective. It also has the advantage of making him writhe every so often, which just adds to the sense of it being a long acting truth serum. A silly way to think of it, but an accurate one.
There's another happy noise as Trevor's nuzzles becoming long, lingering kisses there, combined with Sypha's hand in his. It is only natural for his fingers to close in, rest against the top of her hand, squeeze with a certain level of tenderness that lets her know this is all so very, very perfect.
What he wants is to just stay here for the whole day, looking up at them both, overwhelmed and delighted for it. But that's not the answer that fits the mood or an actually helpful one that lets Sypha know how to proceed.]
It'd be terribly unfair to lose both hands, I think.
[It's odd how, in some ways, pleasing Alucard is so...simple. He cherishes such little things, never asks for much in order to be happy. He could be content just to look at his lovers and know that they love him in return, to reach for them and feel his fingers brush against them, and remind him that they're close at hand.
It makes her want to spoil him with it. They all take their turns at being the center of attention, but this morning has Alucard in such a rare good mood that she can't help but want to make it last and last until he's soaked through and saturated in it.]
Such torture. If I leave you with just one hand, you'll have to choose which one of us you want to reach for.
[And with Trevor working neatly on one side of Alucard's neck, Sypha gravitates to the other, nipping her way up to his earlobe to catch it between her teeth.]
[How can he not? Everything about their lives is endlessly complicated. Caught up in legacies and expectations and so much set ablaze by forces well beyond their control. The world is an endless, unrelenting shitstorm. Showing the other two all the affection that Alucard has is the easiest thing in the world. It makes him beyond happy to do so. Anything else, anything they give in return, that is simple to accept back. It always will be.
It is impossible for him to offer a good angle for his neck like this. To lean one way or the other would be to expose less flesh for them to kiss, and if the point is to be spoiled and at their mercy then he would be working against that objective. All Alucard can do is arch his neck upward just a little bit, careful not to disturb and what was Sypha's previous thought about poise coming undone?
Because the only response she gets as she moves up the other side of Alucard's neck is a hissed, delighted yesssss that doesn't seem to be agreeing with anything she's just said. Just letting them both know that he's coming undone, and they've barely done anything at all.
There's a more coherent response by the time Sypha's gotten to his ear.]
[She kisses against his ear again, quietly cataloguing every sound that he makes, and takes pity on him by drawing back just enough that he can make more room for Trevor if he likes.
First, however, a little show is in order, and she brushes her fingers against Trevor's jaw to get his attention before leading him up to kiss her, crossing over to meet his mouth while they're directly in Alucard's line of sight.
It's surprisingly sweet, for being as mean as it is, but she won't make Alucard suffer long. Soon enough she lets Trevor return to his work, and focuses down on her half-vampire lover again.]
But sometimes you give too much, you know. You ought to be taught to lie back and take.
[Alucard knows he could watch the two kiss all day. It's been known to happen every so often, and the sighs of contentment from just being there to watch it are as sappy and overly romantic as one might expect based on well, all of him. Subtle's not anyone's game in this relationship.
He doesn't try to sit up to see their kiss as a better angle, even if this is the one opportunity to free the hand that is still (nominally) pinned to the bed. This is all too wonderful to try and disturb. Especially because Trevor leans into Sypha's kisses with gusto. Especially because they're both so in love with each other.
Trevor's mouth may eventually return to where it was before (god, there's licking now too), but the hand that had been just resting on Alucard's chest doesn't. It goes towards the nearest of Alucard's thighs, and the grip there is firmer than expected. There's a soft gasp, and Alucard's free hand moves so it can tangle up in Trevor's hair. Stay there.
He can barely keep his attention on Sypha like this.]
Have I put up any resistance? [Fuck, fuck, fuck that hand is starting to slide down and then up again, taking the fabric of Alucard's bedclothes with it.]
You continue to show a remarkable grasp on your composure. Which I think counts as resistance, when I want to make you forget even your own name.
[They work well like this, herself and Trevor. There's an easy, natural rhythm to it — he acts, and she speaks, and they tie up their vampire on two fronts instead of just one. He can't focus too much on what Sypha is saying while Trevor's hands are skimming across his skin; he can't fixate too strongly on the tactile sensations Trevor is creating while Sypha keeps him tangled in the threads of conversation.
It's always good to have a firm plan of attack, when going up against a vampire. Disorient them, distract them. And when Alucard tips over the edge, they'll support him.]
Nor have you made any of those sounds that I like so much, yet. Tsk, tsk.
Is it any fun if everything is thrown to the wind in an instant?
[He knows the answer. It's of course not, this is all a part of the joy in two of them ganging up on the third. So there has to be some remaining composure, if just for a few minutes more.
There's a flash of hip where Trevor's moved the fabric of Alucard's nightclothes to one side. More pale skin exposed to the air, and there's a breathy sigh at that. That and a moment where Alucard's eyelids flutter close in an attempt to maintain his ability to speak.
That's a nice way of saying you like to make us work for it.
[Again, she takes a moment to reach for Trevor, instinctive in the way it completes the circuit between the three of them. She strokes his hair, runs her hand down his cheek; as she cups his jaw in her palm, it puts her thumb perfectly in line with his lips, and he flashes a crooked grin as he draws it into his mouth to tease.
It's how it should be, even when it's two against one. They're a triangle, a closed circuit, with every side supporting the other. It's good to still have that affection present, too, in the spaces between when they're both working their Alucard over in tandem.]
I'm going to bite you, my Alucard.
[Which she says for two reasons. One is to wind him up with anticipation, which is always a vital part of the process. The other, though, is because there's an understated check of permission in it — a presented opportunity for him to refuse, if for some reason he needs to refuse. Biting is one of those activities that needs an extra check and balance, when it comes to Alucard, and she would never be so careless as to ignore that.]
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[It's also important to share, which means that at regular intervals Alucard will be subject to the impossible cuteness that is literally carrying Sypha while she leans over for kisses from Trevor. A feat of gymnastic greatness.]
...Or is a boyar the same? I don't remember...
[She probably does, but she knows she can bait Alucard into being an insufferable know-it-all, which is also always fun.]
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Well just for that, I'm not going to get into particulars lest I offend delicate sensibilities.
[Thank God as far as Trevor's concerned. Alucard's much too invested in being a transport for cuteness, all but glowing as he watches the two smooch.]
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[Not to be outdone, she works her fingers through Alucard's hair, nails scritching lightly at the nape of his neck while she continues to draw her kisses from Trevor with every offer of them.]
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Or the other option is to keep kissing Sypha to keep her from enabling, which is the thing Trevor decides to go with in the end. Alucard keeps trying to watch, but Sypha's nails are far, far too clever for their own good and that means he's making a stupid noise instead. He'd rather be underneath her on the bed while she does that, free to squirm in delight instead of clamp down because he's still carrying her.
Thank God the bedroom door is still open. There's no need to try and open it with an armful of Sypha, making life much easier. Rather than just put Sypha down on the bed and then climb in beside her, Alucard sits himself down with her still in his arms.
Actually, to hell with it. He lies right down, dragging Sypha with him so Trevor has enough time to climb into bed too.]
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[Speaking of being very cute, there's another of those startled squeak noises, this time from the unexpected flop of Alucard hauling her down onto the mattress with him in a tangle of limbs. She's got the advantage, though, being on top of him for the moment. With Trevor making his way in to the tangle, that probably won't last for long, but for the time being, she's going to make the best of it.]
Come, now. Show off for me. Dazzle us with your silver tongue.
[While trying not to laugh at the irony of a silver-tongued vampire, of course. But it's easy to press her laughter against his neck, letting it rumble beneath his ear.]
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Trevor's on the other side of Sypha soon enough, leaning on his side rather than flat on his back. Hardly the strangest configuration of the three of them, with too much ample room for Sypha to shift and then be capable of resting atop both her boys at once.
Absolutely intentional.]
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[It's a pleased little noise, when she sees what they've done, and one that turns rich with amusement when she works out that there's an added fringe benefit to her boys from being like this as well — if she's atop both of them, then she's also warming both of them, and everyone is all the more snug for it.
It's a shame that she can't kiss both of them at once, but they've grown adept at navigating those logistics by now, and when she's finished taking her fill of Alucard's mouth, she reaches to twist her fingers in the hair at the back of Trevor's head and guides him down into the space she's just vacated, wanting to see him take his share, too.
They look good together, after all. Her two boys, light and dark, two halves of a whole, and hers, all hers.]
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Under other circumstances, the two boys might be more performative after Sypha's guidance mostly because her reactions are absolutely worth it. Not right now though, all those deep kisses are as genuine as anything else that has come before, although Trevor's not a fan of the fact his other arm is just kind of flopped above Alucard's head with no actual comfortable place to go.
Speaking of. One of Alucard's dips down Sypha's back again, hand daring to give her ass a firm squeeze. Just to see what happens. Just to test the mood.]
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Of course, it seems Alucard has ideas of his own, and for a second she really thinks his fingers are going to settle in the shallow hollow at the small of her back, light but possessive. But then they don't, and claiming a handful of her ass is equally possessive, albeit with a slightly different lean to the intentions.]
Mmm, careful.
[She's grinning. He's beneath her, and that's dangerous — especially if she can manage to bait Trevor into falling into league with her, which is always a possibility.]
You are in a precarious position to be teasing, Alucard.
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[It a question said with full awareness of how precarious that position is, and maybe a little too much excitement about that fact as well. Precarious in this case usually means about two seconds from being completely overwhelmed by them both, and that's never a hardship. If anything, it's a delight, and it helps curb his own instincts which boil down to spoiling the other two in every way possible.
As if to hedge his bets (like Alucard needs to), he squeezes just a tiny bit more, mouth returning to Trevor's. Trevor who is very carefully listening to all of this.]
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[She squirms a little, mostly just as unspoken confirmation that yes, she feels what he's doing there, and yes, she knows what he's up to, and yes, she's going to take the bait —]
You are, after all, on the bottom.
[She reaches behind herself, tracing her fingers down the length of his arm like a guideline until she finds his wrist, and wraps her fingers loosely around it before guiding his arm up and away, stretched over his head where she can pin it to the mattress.]
Which makes you at my mercy.
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It's a light pin. Alucard prefers that, because it's a show of just how much he's happy to let this happen. They both know that he could break it in half a second. Instead he's smirking up at Sypha like a total idiot, half trying to play along and half trying not to have hearts in his eyes for every word that leaves her lips.]
Hm, it would appear that way.
[Yeah, he can't help but let a grin slip through those words.]
Should I dare to ask what you intend to do?
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[He's such a sucker, and more importantly, she's such a sucker for the both of them. She flicks a glance at Trevor, pleased to see him withdrawing just enough that it might just signal his agreement to play her accomplice, and shuffles herself a little so that she's less outright sprawled atop Alucard and more sitting over him, straddling his waist to help give the illusion of pinning him that way, too.]
The freedom of such a handsome prince must be worth a very high price.
[With her free hand, she runs her finger down his chest, letting it hook and catch against the collar of his nightshirt.]
It was very careless of you, letting yourself get caught like that.
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[This is all very ridiculous, which goes all too well with Alucard's mood. There's no blushing at how Sypha's fingers catch at that collar, but there is more red in his cheeks given how she's sitting on him now. It's ridiculous how easily they can get to him. (It's wonderful.)]
I'd dare to say you've overestimated. I can only think of two people who'd pay such a price and they seem to be otherwise occupied.
[Okay now Trevor's just trying not to laugh. This is beyond ridiculous.]
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["Our", now, since Trevor is now getting roped in as her accomplice whether he likes it or not.]
You look wonderful like this, you know.
[She walks her fingers back up his chest to the hollow at the base of his throat, dipping in with just her fingertips.]
Is it torture, to be all tied up and not able to touch?
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That is an exceedingly unfair question.
[Likewise unfair is the fact Trevor's now nuzzling against Alucard's neck, as if that's going to force a gut response out of the vampire instead of the more measured responses he's giving now. All it does is prompt a soft whine of delight before he returns to the question.]
No matter how I respond, you're going to do as you wish.
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Yes, of course we are.
[It's not as though she needs an answer. If he wasn't enjoying himself, he would've broken free and turned the tables by now. But there are a lot of components that go into Alucard's enjoyment of this, she suspects. The attention, the two of them working together, the whimsical fantasy of being at their mercy...
Speaking of whimsy, she shifts her hold on his hand, moving from pinning his wrist to holding his hand itself, with her fingers interwoven between his. Because sometimes she fights dirty.]
But it would be nice to know what you want.
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There's another happy noise as Trevor's nuzzles becoming long, lingering kisses there, combined with Sypha's hand in his. It is only natural for his fingers to close in, rest against the top of her hand, squeeze with a certain level of tenderness that lets her know this is all so very, very perfect.
What he wants is to just stay here for the whole day, looking up at them both, overwhelmed and delighted for it. But that's not the answer that fits the mood or an actually helpful one that lets Sypha know how to proceed.]
It'd be terribly unfair to lose both hands, I think.
[But he'll sacrifice one.]
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[It's odd how, in some ways, pleasing Alucard is so...simple. He cherishes such little things, never asks for much in order to be happy. He could be content just to look at his lovers and know that they love him in return, to reach for them and feel his fingers brush against them, and remind him that they're close at hand.
It makes her want to spoil him with it. They all take their turns at being the center of attention, but this morning has Alucard in such a rare good mood that she can't help but want to make it last and last until he's soaked through and saturated in it.]
Such torture. If I leave you with just one hand, you'll have to choose which one of us you want to reach for.
[And with Trevor working neatly on one side of Alucard's neck, Sypha gravitates to the other, nipping her way up to his earlobe to catch it between her teeth.]
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It is impossible for him to offer a good angle for his neck like this. To lean one way or the other would be to expose less flesh for them to kiss, and if the point is to be spoiled and at their mercy then he would be working against that objective. All Alucard can do is arch his neck upward just a little bit, careful not to disturb and what was Sypha's previous thought about poise coming undone?
Because the only response she gets as she moves up the other side of Alucard's neck is a hissed, delighted yesssss that doesn't seem to be agreeing with anything she's just said. Just letting them both know that he's coming undone, and they've barely done anything at all.
There's a more coherent response by the time Sypha's gotten to his ear.]
As if that isn't always the problem.
[Because it is. The eteneral struggle.]
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[She kisses against his ear again, quietly cataloguing every sound that he makes, and takes pity on him by drawing back just enough that he can make more room for Trevor if he likes.
First, however, a little show is in order, and she brushes her fingers against Trevor's jaw to get his attention before leading him up to kiss her, crossing over to meet his mouth while they're directly in Alucard's line of sight.
It's surprisingly sweet, for being as mean as it is, but she won't make Alucard suffer long. Soon enough she lets Trevor return to his work, and focuses down on her half-vampire lover again.]
But sometimes you give too much, you know. You ought to be taught to lie back and take.
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He doesn't try to sit up to see their kiss as a better angle, even if this is the one opportunity to free the hand that is still (nominally) pinned to the bed. This is all too wonderful to try and disturb. Especially because Trevor leans into Sypha's kisses with gusto. Especially because they're both so in love with each other.
Trevor's mouth may eventually return to where it was before (god, there's licking now too), but the hand that had been just resting on Alucard's chest doesn't. It goes towards the nearest of Alucard's thighs, and the grip there is firmer than expected. There's a soft gasp, and Alucard's free hand moves so it can tangle up in Trevor's hair. Stay there.
He can barely keep his attention on Sypha like this.]
Have I put up any resistance? [Fuck, fuck, fuck that hand is starting to slide down and then up again, taking the fabric of Alucard's bedclothes with it.]
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[They work well like this, herself and Trevor. There's an easy, natural rhythm to it — he acts, and she speaks, and they tie up their vampire on two fronts instead of just one. He can't focus too much on what Sypha is saying while Trevor's hands are skimming across his skin; he can't fixate too strongly on the tactile sensations Trevor is creating while Sypha keeps him tangled in the threads of conversation.
It's always good to have a firm plan of attack, when going up against a vampire. Disorient them, distract them. And when Alucard tips over the edge, they'll support him.]
Nor have you made any of those sounds that I like so much, yet. Tsk, tsk.
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[He knows the answer. It's of course not, this is all a part of the joy in two of them ganging up on the third. So there has to be some remaining composure, if just for a few minutes more.
There's a flash of hip where Trevor's moved the fabric of Alucard's nightclothes to one side. More pale skin exposed to the air, and there's a breathy sigh at that. That and a moment where Alucard's eyelids flutter close in an attempt to maintain his ability to speak.
His hand squeezes Sypha's.]
You know how to fix that problem.
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[Again, she takes a moment to reach for Trevor, instinctive in the way it completes the circuit between the three of them. She strokes his hair, runs her hand down his cheek; as she cups his jaw in her palm, it puts her thumb perfectly in line with his lips, and he flashes a crooked grin as he draws it into his mouth to tease.
It's how it should be, even when it's two against one. They're a triangle, a closed circuit, with every side supporting the other. It's good to still have that affection present, too, in the spaces between when they're both working their Alucard over in tandem.]
I'm going to bite you, my Alucard.
[Which she says for two reasons. One is to wind him up with anticipation, which is always a vital part of the process. The other, though, is because there's an understated check of permission in it — a presented opportunity for him to refuse, if for some reason he needs to refuse. Biting is one of those activities that needs an extra check and balance, when it comes to Alucard, and she would never be so careless as to ignore that.]
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