[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.]
[He did want to grab Trevor's hair. Keep him where he was until all was done, but that would be too easy for this....everything. There's enough sense to process that, but precious little else.
Trevor shifts a little too. He sits next to Sypha, wraps both of his arms around her because unlike others involved here he can, and maybe that's going to just egg things on a bit more. His chin rests on her shoulder (okay he's resting his stubble there), trying very hard to put on a poker face.
He's failing, but Alucard's a mess so there's no bantering about it at all. Alucard's going to be a mess for about an hour after this too, because his response happily reveals that he's just on the edge of everything.]
[Suddenly, she is trapped. Suddenly Trevor's prickly chin is tickling her skin, and she can't help but squirm a little herself as she's drawn against him, still clinging to Alucard's hand. And just look at him, laid out like a feast, or maybe more like a half-melted puddle of something sweet.]
You have us.
[Which goes without saying, of course, but it's a sweet endearment to offer up anyway.]
Though it's going to take some work to find a good position, if you're set on having both of us at once.
[There's a very gentle nudge from Trevor at the words "good position." Sypha started this. Sypha gets to figure out what constitutes as a good position, because her fault. Just like she broke it except in this time the thing tha's gotten broken is the vampire's ability to articulate just about anything.
Because he's at that point. He's nodded along to what's been said, but reason's left him, he's an absolute turned on mess and it's Sypha's fault. (And Trevor's, but mostly Sypha's.)
Alucard turns to face them both. Just a little on his side, he's in their hands.]
Yes, I know.
[Three words, said with such headiness. Neediness. Anticipation. As if the other two needed more confirmation of Alucard's state.]
[Oh, good fuck, look at him. Sypha broke it, indeed, where "it" is defined as "Alucard".
She elbows at Trevor a little in token retaliation for his own nudging, then wriggles free of his arms just enough to lean down and kiss Alucard properly on his soft, beautiful mouth, because he deserves it.]
Just for that, you can do the hard work. Alucard, stay on your side. And you, lie down behind him, with his back to your chest.
[Which also puts him out of the running for kisses because NO KISSES FOR BLAMEY BLAMERS. But that's also her cue to shift and take up her own position in front of Alucard, facing him and easily within reach.
Arranging the three of them is never an easy prospect, and this is perhaps no exception. But preparing Alucard to take Trevor at this point would take time she doesn't feel like wasting (and he doesn't deserve it anyway, awful thing), whereas she's much better suited to let him slip inside her while Treffy fits himself between Alucard's thighs from behind, and lets the rocking of his hips drive the both of them forward into her.
It's far from ideal, but in the long run, it works — rather like the three of them, really.]
[Sypha has 200% broken the vampire. That fact, along with the retalatory elbow from Sypha, gets a very soft laugh from Trevor because what else can he do? He lets Sypha free of his arms, and really, that's not hard work she's assigning him! (He's getting kisses though, you aren't in charge of him entirely Sypha.)
Broken vampire is also extremely happy to do as he's told, and the minute that he can grab onto Sypha, he does. She's so warm in his arms, warmer around him, and everything else is trying to kiss whoever he can whenever it's possible. Trevor steals quite a few (hard work tax he'll claim later), because he shouldn't be denied looking at Alucard as he unravels in full just for one or two rude comments.
Which Alucard does. Being so very pleasantly stuck between the two, there's no point in trying to hold back or maintain his ability to talk or do anything else besides enjoy every part of this. The fact the two of them are on either side, the way Trevor's hips move them all along, the noises Sypha makes when he buries his mouth into her shoulder because there's loud and then there's whatever he's doing at the moment. Because he's loud and he's undignified and there's so much happening around him that he wants to respond to, but everything is overloaded in the best, most wonderful, perfect way.
Unsurprisingly, he finishes first. It's not a muffled noise, because Trevor figures out what's happening and tugs Alucard's hair just enough so that the other two can enjoy the display. They've worked hard (hah) to make it happen, and there's a terrible pride in seeing the final result. In watching everything reach a crescendo and knowing it's made all the more intense because there's no place for Alucard to move. There's just the weight of the two of them and the knowledge that the other two will still be there when Alucard finishes, because they're not done.
Until they are, and then there's nothing but a very collapsed pile of limbs in bed, all heavy breathing and satisfied because there are good mornings, and then there's this wonderful one.]
[Sypha, lazy and spoiled thing that she is, lifts her head up a little from where she's landed half-draped over Alucard, one arm somehow managing to land in the perfect position to keep a handful of Trevor's ass, and sighs pleasantly before settling back down again with the sleepy contentment of someone blissfully unable to perceive how comfortable or uncomfortable an arrangement of limbs might objectively be, being too preoccupied with warm satisfaction.]
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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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Trevor shifts a little too. He sits next to Sypha, wraps both of his arms around her because unlike others involved here he can, and maybe that's going to just egg things on a bit more. His chin rests on her shoulder (okay he's resting his stubble there), trying very hard to put on a poker face.
He's failing, but Alucard's a mess so there's no bantering about it at all. Alucard's going to be a mess for about an hour after this too, because his response happily reveals that he's just on the edge of everything.]
Both of you.
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[Suddenly, she is trapped. Suddenly Trevor's prickly chin is tickling her skin, and she can't help but squirm a little herself as she's drawn against him, still clinging to Alucard's hand. And just look at him, laid out like a feast, or maybe more like a half-melted puddle of something sweet.]
You have us.
[Which goes without saying, of course, but it's a sweet endearment to offer up anyway.]
Though it's going to take some work to find a good position, if you're set on having both of us at once.
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Because he's at that point. He's nodded along to what's been said, but reason's left him, he's an absolute turned on mess and it's Sypha's fault. (And Trevor's, but mostly Sypha's.)
Alucard turns to face them both. Just a little on his side, he's in their hands.]
Yes, I know.
[Three words, said with such headiness. Neediness. Anticipation. As if the other two needed more confirmation of Alucard's state.]
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[Oh, good fuck, look at him. Sypha broke it, indeed, where "it" is defined as "Alucard".
She elbows at Trevor a little in token retaliation for his own nudging, then wriggles free of his arms just enough to lean down and kiss Alucard properly on his soft, beautiful mouth, because he deserves it.]
Just for that, you can do the hard work. Alucard, stay on your side. And you, lie down behind him, with his back to your chest.
[Which also puts him out of the running for kisses because NO KISSES FOR BLAMEY BLAMERS. But that's also her cue to shift and take up her own position in front of Alucard, facing him and easily within reach.
Arranging the three of them is never an easy prospect, and this is perhaps no exception. But preparing Alucard to take Trevor at this point would take time she doesn't feel like wasting (and he doesn't deserve it anyway, awful thing), whereas she's much better suited to let him slip inside her while Treffy fits himself between Alucard's thighs from behind, and lets the rocking of his hips drive the both of them forward into her.
It's far from ideal, but in the long run, it works — rather like the three of them, really.]
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Broken vampire is also extremely happy to do as he's told, and the minute that he can grab onto Sypha, he does. She's so warm in his arms, warmer around him, and everything else is trying to kiss whoever he can whenever it's possible. Trevor steals quite a few (hard work tax he'll claim later), because he shouldn't be denied looking at Alucard as he unravels in full just for one or two rude comments.
Which Alucard does. Being so very pleasantly stuck between the two, there's no point in trying to hold back or maintain his ability to talk or do anything else besides enjoy every part of this. The fact the two of them are on either side, the way Trevor's hips move them all along, the noises Sypha makes when he buries his mouth into her shoulder because there's loud and then there's whatever he's doing at the moment. Because he's loud and he's undignified and there's so much happening around him that he wants to respond to, but everything is overloaded in the best, most wonderful, perfect way.
Unsurprisingly, he finishes first. It's not a muffled noise, because Trevor figures out what's happening and tugs Alucard's hair just enough so that the other two can enjoy the display. They've worked hard (hah) to make it happen, and there's a terrible pride in seeing the final result. In watching everything reach a crescendo and knowing it's made all the more intense because there's no place for Alucard to move. There's just the weight of the two of them and the knowledge that the other two will still be there when Alucard finishes, because they're not done.
Until they are, and then there's nothing but a very collapsed pile of limbs in bed, all heavy breathing and satisfied because there are good mornings, and then there's this wonderful one.]
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[Sypha, lazy and spoiled thing that she is, lifts her head up a little from where she's landed half-draped over Alucard, one arm somehow managing to land in the perfect position to keep a handful of Trevor's ass, and sighs pleasantly before settling back down again with the sleepy contentment of someone blissfully unable to perceive how comfortable or uncomfortable an arrangement of limbs might objectively be, being too preoccupied with warm satisfaction.]
I think that was worth burning the eggs.