[Alucard is already to protest when Trevor's hand leaves his thigh. It's warm and it's rough and it's a part of Trevor and that's all Alucard wants. Their touches, their mouths, their limbs, any and every part of him that can reach the other two. A whine of protest starts to take place, but it dissolves into a breathier gasp when Sypha takes him in hand.
He expects warmth. There's something else instead, and the chill is just enough to keep his hips thrusting steadily there rather than wildly and without direction. The warmth in him is still there, closer than ever, but it isn't going to boil over. Not yet. (He always tries to restrain himself until one of the others finish first when it's all three of them like this.)
He still has his hand on Trevor's shoulder to steady himself. That hand moves, allowing the vampire to press in closer, his hand able to reach the top part of Trevor's spine. The effects of movement there have long been a promise of wonderful, perfect Belmont noises, and Alucard uses the pads of his fingers (never his nails) to put all the pressure he can there. To draaaaaag everything downwards as far as he can reach, and as he does so, the hand on Sypha tightens as well. Palm moves upwards, now on her breast and grabbing it a bit rougher than he might otherwise grab.
Through it all, the vampire is trying to say both of their names at once. It comes out as pleased and heady nonsense, and it's strung together with the word soon.]
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He expects warmth. There's something else instead, and the chill is just enough to keep his hips thrusting steadily there rather than wildly and without direction. The warmth in him is still there, closer than ever, but it isn't going to boil over. Not yet. (He always tries to restrain himself until one of the others finish first when it's all three of them like this.)
He still has his hand on Trevor's shoulder to steady himself. That hand moves, allowing the vampire to press in closer, his hand able to reach the top part of Trevor's spine. The effects of movement there have long been a promise of wonderful, perfect Belmont noises, and Alucard uses the pads of his fingers (never his nails) to put all the pressure he can there. To draaaaaag everything downwards as far as he can reach, and as he does so, the hand on Sypha tightens as well. Palm moves upwards, now on her breast and grabbing it a bit rougher than he might otherwise grab.
Through it all, the vampire is trying to say both of their names at once. It comes out as pleased and heady nonsense, and it's strung together with the word soon.]