[This is an unprecedented level of collaborative scheming, Sypha thinks nebulously through a daze of trying to track all the different stimuli presented to her (the clink of Alucard's belt buckle, the whisper of fabric, the pressure of teeth, the timbre of their voices, the darkness of Alucard's laugh, the tremor it makes resonate beneath her skin), and has to stop herself from turning her head to try to see everything, lest she accidentally concuss herself against Trevor in the process. They're up to something, and she can't quite follow it, not until Trevor says something about on her feet and then she's reeling all over again, stricken with an abrupt flash of arousal at the prospect of being lifted and moved like it's nothing.
It's not just that; it's everything. The way Alucard has taken to the game like a fish to water, despite his initial protests. The way Trevor bites her, and she wants to tell him she won't break, that she wants to see the marks in the morning. The way they're moving as if to envelop her, one in front and one behind, and she doesn't know where to focus, what to do.]
Neither of you is kissing me —
[She doesn't mean it to sound so pleading, but that's how it comes out. Her hands are mostly pinned, but she still tries her best to reach for them, wriggling her arms until she can almost get one in front and one behind, trying to let her fingers make contact with whatever of her boys she can.]
This is cruel and unusual, to leave me without a kiss...
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It's not just that; it's everything. The way Alucard has taken to the game like a fish to water, despite his initial protests. The way Trevor bites her, and she wants to tell him she won't break, that she wants to see the marks in the morning. The way they're moving as if to envelop her, one in front and one behind, and she doesn't know where to focus, what to do.]
Neither of you is kissing me —
[She doesn't mean it to sound so pleading, but that's how it comes out. Her hands are mostly pinned, but she still tries her best to reach for them, wriggling her arms until she can almost get one in front and one behind, trying to let her fingers make contact with whatever of her boys she can.]
This is cruel and unusual, to leave me without a kiss...