[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.]
[He's smug when he says that. He's right, so he gets to be smug about it.
Smugness, naturally deserves what Alucard sees next. All teasing, attention from himself gone, and the terrible desire to insert himself into what he's witnessing save for the hand still tangled up in Trevor's hair. Alucard tugs, just so he feels included. Showing off like this, it's rude, but that's the entire point. Watching it all, he sighs, patience still enduring.
The hand that's in with Trevor's hair releases with Sypha's word, and it is coupled with a sharp intake of breath. (Trevor's moving too. No more lips at his neck, he's moving down towards Alucard's legs entirely now.) That hand goes to Sypha's breasts now, resting there gently.]
Please.
[Anticipation mixed with just a little bit of begging.]
[And herein lies his folly, relinquishing his hold on Trevor to reach for Sypha instead; she's already got one of his arms over his head, and it would really just complete the picture if that one turned into two.
Still, she's not altogether cruel about it. She lets him touch her, arching her back a little to better push her chest against his palm, but doesn't let him linger long before she catches that hand of his and brings it up to her mouth to kiss at each of the fingertips in its turn.]
[There are such worse mistakes to make. Because to have his hand moved, to have each part of his hand kissed with such attention to detail (and yes he knows it's to tease it all out, he doesn't care, this is glorious) is no hardship at all.
It's impossible not to pause for air at this point. Trevor's found a new spot, and it's in covering Alucard's thighs in terribly lingering kisses, a hand on each knee to hold the vampire steady. A perfect trap.
He has air. And he has his hands in Sypha's, and he has all his nerves ablaze, and God this would have played out so differently if the two had not tried to cook this morning, wouldn't it?]
Please bite me.
[The request is punctuated by soft groan. Some time ago one of them (Alucard can never remember who) figured out that the major leg artery is another spot that undoes the vampire, and Trevor's putting that knowledge to very good use now.]
Mmm, but I see two of us here. How will we ever know who you're talking to?
[Perhaps deliberately, perhaps just in good fun, or perhaps just by sheer coincidence, she catches the tip of his middle finger in her mouth and closes her lips over it, sucking just lightly enough for him to feel it before releasing it again.
He'd really better hurry up; she's starting to get sweetly frustrated from how much she wants to bite him and hear him cry out, but she's not going to surrender the advantage before he does first.
So. Trevor's got Alucard's knees trapped, and that makes two of his limbs. She'll see to the other two, she decides, and guides his other wrist up to join the first, so that they're both pinned up and out of the way against the mattress.]
[It is a weak protest, because he should have known better than to leave out her name. So now he's pinned and all the attention to below his waist is making him writhe under Sypha's weight. Which Trevor seems very aware of, because the intensity of attention only increases after that.
The other hand, now just as trapped as the first, squeezes Sypha's more forcefully than intended.]
Please Sypha. [And because if he doesn't say it in full, then she'll make him say this all again. She still might, but he has to let air come back into his lungs first.]
[She is absolutely terrible, but there's something absolutely electrifying about the way he falters and catches himself, how he realizes halfway through his begging that he's got to try it again or she'll take advantage of the openings he's left. It's lovely to see him like this, making mistakes and having to double back to correct them. Her lovely perfect Alucard, always so collected and so controlled, is unraveling at his edges and that's an aphrodisiac all in itself.]
Better. That was very pretty, you know.
[Of course, it's a little uncomfortable to keep her hands raised to hold his down while getting into position to bite his neck, so she has to think a minute about the logistics before eventually shrugging and relinquishing his wrists in favor of another devious idea.]
Keep your hands there. You'll be in trouble if you move them.
[And now she's free to get comfortable as she shifts and tucks her face against his neck, running the flat of her tongue over his pulse point before setting her teeth to it instead, and biting down.]
[Oh he's so fucked. The minute Sypha's hands leave his, he's fucked because it is instinct to touch and grab and caress and hold onto whichever one of them he can reach at all times. The whimper that responds to Sypha's command is totally one that asks how fucked am I if I don't?.
She knows it'll fail too, and that's what makes it worse. Alucard shifts just enough to accomodate the new distribution of weight (Trevor's not moved yet, but it seems like he was just waiting for this to happen.) All he can do is tilt his neck just a little bit more so that Sypha can go wherever she wants.
His nightshirt pulls just a little bit more as he does so, exposing more collarbone and shoulder. It shouldn't look as inappropriate as it does, but that's the nature of these things. The littlest bit of exposure becomes so much more pleasing. Just as teeth and pressure do, and there's a loud groan as Sypha delivers on what has been teased for far too long.]
[What a mess he is, pretty and disheveled and whimpering. Of course they both know this won't last for long before he moves, but the fun is in the interim, seeing how long his resolve can hold out in the face of herself and Trevor using all of his weak points against him. And the nice thing about Alucard is that one of his weak points, she's discovered, is his own mind; play her cards carefully, and he'll do half the work for her, all in his own head.
She takes her time biting him, working his skin with tongue and teeth, knowing full well that the bruise won't last but making sure he feels every second of her leaving it, anyway. He always looks so good with the marks of her possession on him, she muses; it never fails to send a rush of heat through her, to let her gaze skim over her perfect proper Alucard in all his ethereal beauty and see those little blotches of red and purple like ink spilt on a page, outlined in the memory of her teeth.
When she's finished, she draws back to look him over, and it's not enough. Just one isn't enough, not when the redness is already starting to fade away at the edges even now. So she drops to his shoulder and bites him again, pulling his collar out of the way as, fruitlessly, she tries and tries to mark him faster than his own nature can erase the signs that she's been there.]
[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.)]
[It would be polite, she thinks, to make an adjustment to get a little more out of Trevor's way, because the logistics of threesomes are always a little complicated, even if they also happen to be the delicious spice of a relationship. The problem is, she also really just likes sitting on Alucard like this, and while in theory she could just scoot up a little and coax him into putting his mouth to work for her — no, that's too much like giving, when this one time alone she wants to focus entirely on making him lie there and take it.
So, hmm. Decisions, decisions.
Ultimately, she does abandon her seat on him for the moment, mostly because moving out of the way will mean letting Alucard actually watch what Trevor is doing to him, which is just another layer of encouraging the arousal she knows must be starting to consume him.]
Look at him.
[Knelt at his side, now, she skims a hand over his chest and lets it slip beneath the rumpled hem of his nightshirt's collar, carefully avoiding the ridge of the scar she knows is there in favor of tracing the rises and valleys of his pectorals like a cartographer mapping a terrain.]
His hair looks so thick and so soft, doesn't it?
[Which at first seems like a fleeting nonsense remark, up until she very deliberately picks up her hand and reaches down to bury her fingers in Trevor's hair, adding just a touch of her own guidance as he works — and very emphatically demonstrating precisely what Alucard probably wishes he could do with his hands, and can't.]
[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.]
[She would be remiss if she didn't shower Trevor in a given portion of her attention, too; it's really just icing on the cake that, per the whimsical rules of their little game, she's allowed to pet him like this and Alucard isn't.
She's watching him, though, and she sees the way he tucks his nails against his palms, the way he's fighting to be good no matter how difficult she makes it for him. Honestly, the fact that he's held himself back this long at all, without a tie around his wrists or a separate hand holding him down, is a testament to his powers of self-restraint — or perhaps just to his willingness to play along.
It almost makes her want to take pity on him.
Still running her hand through the thick of Trevor's hair, she reaches up to Alucard with the other and skims her fingers along his jawline.]
...You can put your hands on one of us.
[A generosity. Mostly just because she wants to see what he'll do.]
[It's both, of course. Proving that he can do this and knowing full well Sypha would make good on any threat she made as a part of the rules for this morning. Both of Alucard's fists unclench, if only because he's been given permission to touch anything at all.
Choice is agony. Movement is also agony because Trevor's leaning into Sypha's hand a little too much and he has absolutely mastered multitasking right now. So for a precious second there's no movement in his hands. Alucard moves his head instead, so that the fingers that were on his jawline are close to his lips instead and he can kiss at whatever he can reach of them.
He wants his hands on both of them. To grab hair or arm or ass or anything at all, to pull them both as close as can be and just feel their own heightened heartbeats against his. Maybe he could get away with it now, but it wouldn't be the same.
So he completes the circut instead. His hand atop Sypha's, the one that's exploring every inch of his chest. The grip is firm and needy and so very desperate.
(Trevor picks this exact moment to finally withdraw his mouth. His plan's done, every inch of Alucard's fully aroused now, and it's all the better to smirk up at the both of them with.)]
[It's the truth; the faint blush that heats her cheeks is confirmation enough of that. She's not sure exactly what she thought might come of the liberty she'd granted him, though — perhaps that he'd sink his fingers into Trevor's hair, or grab for her and pull her back on top of him. But no, he chooses to cling to her hand, and something about that makes her melt a little in a way she hadn't been expecting.
Her sweet romantic of a vampire. She can feel his desperation through the clutch of his hand, and it makes her idly wonder if perhaps he's been made to suffer enough.]
What do you want, Alucard?
[It's an echo from before, but softer this time. This time there's a gentleness in her voice that promises he'll get what he asks for, if he can find the presence of mind to fit it to words.]
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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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[He's smug when he says that. He's right, so he gets to be smug about it.
Smugness, naturally deserves what Alucard sees next. All teasing, attention from himself gone, and the terrible desire to insert himself into what he's witnessing save for the hand still tangled up in Trevor's hair. Alucard tugs, just so he feels included. Showing off like this, it's rude, but that's the entire point. Watching it all, he sighs, patience still enduring.
The hand that's in with Trevor's hair releases with Sypha's word, and it is coupled with a sharp intake of breath. (Trevor's moving too. No more lips at his neck, he's moving down towards Alucard's legs entirely now.) That hand goes to Sypha's breasts now, resting there gently.]
Please.
[Anticipation mixed with just a little bit of begging.]
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[And herein lies his folly, relinquishing his hold on Trevor to reach for Sypha instead; she's already got one of his arms over his head, and it would really just complete the picture if that one turned into two.
Still, she's not altogether cruel about it. She lets him touch her, arching her back a little to better push her chest against his palm, but doesn't let him linger long before she catches that hand of his and brings it up to her mouth to kiss at each of the fingertips in its turn.]
Use your words.
[Cruel.]
Please, what?
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It's impossible not to pause for air at this point. Trevor's found a new spot, and it's in covering Alucard's thighs in terribly lingering kisses, a hand on each knee to hold the vampire steady. A perfect trap.
He has air. And he has his hands in Sypha's, and he has all his nerves ablaze, and God this would have played out so differently if the two had not tried to cook this morning, wouldn't it?]
Please bite me.
[The request is punctuated by soft groan. Some time ago one of them (Alucard can never remember who) figured out that the major leg artery is another spot that undoes the vampire, and Trevor's putting that knowledge to very good use now.]
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[Perhaps deliberately, perhaps just in good fun, or perhaps just by sheer coincidence, she catches the tip of his middle finger in her mouth and closes her lips over it, sucking just lightly enough for him to feel it before releasing it again.
He'd really better hurry up; she's starting to get sweetly frustrated from how much she wants to bite him and hear him cry out, but she's not going to surrender the advantage before he does first.
So. Trevor's got Alucard's knees trapped, and that makes two of his limbs. She'll see to the other two, she decides, and guides his other wrist up to join the first, so that they're both pinned up and out of the way against the mattress.]
Specifics, Alucard.
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[It is a weak protest, because he should have known better than to leave out her name. So now he's pinned and all the attention to below his waist is making him writhe under Sypha's weight. Which Trevor seems very aware of, because the intensity of attention only increases after that.
The other hand, now just as trapped as the first, squeezes Sypha's more forcefully than intended.]
Please Sypha. [And because if he doesn't say it in full, then she'll make him say this all again. She still might, but he has to let air come back into his lungs first.]
Please bite me.
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Better. That was very pretty, you know.
[Of course, it's a little uncomfortable to keep her hands raised to hold his down while getting into position to bite his neck, so she has to think a minute about the logistics before eventually shrugging and relinquishing his wrists in favor of another devious idea.]
Keep your hands there. You'll be in trouble if you move them.
[And now she's free to get comfortable as she shifts and tucks her face against his neck, running the flat of her tongue over his pulse point before setting her teeth to it instead, and biting down.]
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She knows it'll fail too, and that's what makes it worse. Alucard shifts just enough to accomodate the new distribution of weight (Trevor's not moved yet, but it seems like he was just waiting for this to happen.) All he can do is tilt his neck just a little bit more so that Sypha can go wherever she wants.
His nightshirt pulls just a little bit more as he does so, exposing more collarbone and shoulder. It shouldn't look as inappropriate as it does, but that's the nature of these things. The littlest bit of exposure becomes so much more pleasing. Just as teeth and pressure do, and there's a loud groan as Sypha delivers on what has been teased for far too long.]
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She takes her time biting him, working his skin with tongue and teeth, knowing full well that the bruise won't last but making sure he feels every second of her leaving it, anyway. He always looks so good with the marks of her possession on him, she muses; it never fails to send a rush of heat through her, to let her gaze skim over her perfect proper Alucard in all his ethereal beauty and see those little blotches of red and purple like ink spilt on a page, outlined in the memory of her teeth.
When she's finished, she draws back to look him over, and it's not enough. Just one isn't enough, not when the redness is already starting to fade away at the edges even now. So she drops to his shoulder and bites him again, pulling his collar out of the way as, fruitlessly, she tries and tries to mark him faster than his own nature can erase the signs that she's been there.]
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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.)]
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[It would be polite, she thinks, to make an adjustment to get a little more out of Trevor's way, because the logistics of threesomes are always a little complicated, even if they also happen to be the delicious spice of a relationship. The problem is, she also really just likes sitting on Alucard like this, and while in theory she could just scoot up a little and coax him into putting his mouth to work for her — no, that's too much like giving, when this one time alone she wants to focus entirely on making him lie there and take it.
So, hmm. Decisions, decisions.
Ultimately, she does abandon her seat on him for the moment, mostly because moving out of the way will mean letting Alucard actually watch what Trevor is doing to him, which is just another layer of encouraging the arousal she knows must be starting to consume him.]
Look at him.
[Knelt at his side, now, she skims a hand over his chest and lets it slip beneath the rumpled hem of his nightshirt's collar, carefully avoiding the ridge of the scar she knows is there in favor of tracing the rises and valleys of his pectorals like a cartographer mapping a terrain.]
His hair looks so thick and so soft, doesn't it?
[Which at first seems like a fleeting nonsense remark, up until she very deliberately picks up her hand and reaches down to bury her fingers in Trevor's hair, adding just a touch of her own guidance as he works — and very emphatically demonstrating precisely what Alucard probably wishes he could do with his hands, and can't.]
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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.]
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She's watching him, though, and she sees the way he tucks his nails against his palms, the way he's fighting to be good no matter how difficult she makes it for him. Honestly, the fact that he's held himself back this long at all, without a tie around his wrists or a separate hand holding him down, is a testament to his powers of self-restraint — or perhaps just to his willingness to play along.
It almost makes her want to take pity on him.
Still running her hand through the thick of Trevor's hair, she reaches up to Alucard with the other and skims her fingers along his jawline.]
...You can put your hands on one of us.
[A generosity. Mostly just because she wants to see what he'll do.]
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Choice is agony. Movement is also agony because Trevor's leaning into Sypha's hand a little too much and he has absolutely mastered multitasking right now. So for a precious second there's no movement in his hands. Alucard moves his head instead, so that the fingers that were on his jawline are close to his lips instead and he can kiss at whatever he can reach of them.
He wants his hands on both of them. To grab hair or arm or ass or anything at all, to pull them both as close as can be and just feel their own heightened heartbeats against his. Maybe he could get away with it now, but it wouldn't be the same.
So he completes the circut instead. His hand atop Sypha's, the one that's exploring every inch of his chest. The grip is firm and needy and so very desperate.
(Trevor picks this exact moment to finally withdraw his mouth. His plan's done, every inch of Alucard's fully aroused now, and it's all the better to smirk up at the both of them with.)]
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[It's the truth; the faint blush that heats her cheeks is confirmation enough of that. She's not sure exactly what she thought might come of the liberty she'd granted him, though — perhaps that he'd sink his fingers into Trevor's hair, or grab for her and pull her back on top of him. But no, he chooses to cling to her hand, and something about that makes her melt a little in a way she hadn't been expecting.
Her sweet romantic of a vampire. She can feel his desperation through the clutch of his hand, and it makes her idly wonder if perhaps he's been made to suffer enough.]
What do you want, Alucard?
[It's an echo from before, but softer this time. This time there's a gentleness in her voice that promises he'll get what he asks for, if he can find the presence of mind to fit it to words.]
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