[There's no ganging up on each other, not anymore, but there does seem to be some merit in ganging up on Alucard a little, just by virtue of the way that they're positioned and how relatively easy it is to reach him by comparison. She's taking stock of all the little things that get the reactions she wants (her memory is so useful for so many things, and cataloguing the things that please her lovers most is just one of them), keeps her one hand wrapped around behind Alucard both to give him the benefit of her nails and because it gives her a little extra leverage to rock harder down onto Trevor.
Which he's more than earned, she thinks breathlessly, with the way he's at the back of her neck like a promise, where it tickles, breath hot like the fire they compare her to. They're little notes of possessiveness, like Alucard's hand on her side, offering a different kind of satisfaction that pairs well with pleasure.
They're a web of hands and connections, and amidst the haze of it all it's easy to get a little lost, which is why there's a little flicker of gratitude when Trevor seems to gather up enough presence of mind to guide her to touch Alucard, moving her hand where it needs to be. They work well in tandem, she muses with velvety approval, and licks her lips until they're wet enough to find her voice.]
Good boy.
[Is that for Alucard, for giving her what she wanted? For Trevor, for guiding her so? Maybe it's both. Maybe it doesn't have to be clarified.
When her fingers curl around Alucard, there's the faintest hint of a chill in her palm — a kiss of magic, offsetting the sticky heat that has otherwise collected there.]
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Which he's more than earned, she thinks breathlessly, with the way he's at the back of her neck like a promise, where it tickles, breath hot like the fire they compare her to. They're little notes of possessiveness, like Alucard's hand on her side, offering a different kind of satisfaction that pairs well with pleasure.
They're a web of hands and connections, and amidst the haze of it all it's easy to get a little lost, which is why there's a little flicker of gratitude when Trevor seems to gather up enough presence of mind to guide her to touch Alucard, moving her hand where it needs to be. They work well in tandem, she muses with velvety approval, and licks her lips until they're wet enough to find her voice.]
Good boy.
[Is that for Alucard, for giving her what she wanted? For Trevor, for guiding her so? Maybe it's both. Maybe it doesn't have to be clarified.
When her fingers curl around Alucard, there's the faintest hint of a chill in her palm — a kiss of magic, offsetting the sticky heat that has otherwise collected there.]