[ The kiss was hungry before. When Alucard drags his hand down Trevor's back he makes a low sound into the kiss and it grows moreso. It would be bruising in its intensity if Alucard ever bruised, it certainly is likely to be so on Trevor, and he keeps it going just a little longer than he lungs can stand, so he has to pull away very suddenly for air. He's flushed when he does, panting for breath, hair clinging to the side of his face with sweat even in November. ]
Absolutely.
[ There's no smartassery in the response, and the gaze that accompanies it as he catches his breath again, a moment of softness in the middle of a whole lot of aggression and hunger, is adoring and awestruck in equal measure.
(His. Alucard - Adrian - is his. His to touch and his to kiss and his to hold and protect and make happy. He doesn't usually think of himself as having particularly good luck, but it's hard to deny it right now.)
He shifts his hands to make sure he can hold Alucard's weight, and then steps back from the wall, and his mouth goes back to Alucard's neck. This time, though, he only kisses once before grabbing the neckline of Alucard's shirt with his teeth, trying to pull it up over his head. ]
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Absolutely.
[ There's no smartassery in the response, and the gaze that accompanies it as he catches his breath again, a moment of softness in the middle of a whole lot of aggression and hunger, is adoring and awestruck in equal measure.
(His. Alucard - Adrian - is his. His to touch and his to kiss and his to hold and protect and make happy. He doesn't usually think of himself as having particularly good luck, but it's hard to deny it right now.)
He shifts his hands to make sure he can hold Alucard's weight, and then steps back from the wall, and his mouth goes back to Alucard's neck. This time, though, he only kisses once before grabbing the neckline of Alucard's shirt with his teeth, trying to pull it up over his head. ]