[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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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.