[There's a sharp intake of breath when Trevor's hands don't move. The word unfair sits on Alucard's lips, but it never squeaks out. All the better for it when he's finally freed of all the clothing still on him (save the socks, but who cares about socks?), and exactly what Trevor's caused is in full view. The vampire is three-quarters hard and about to close that gap at this rate, all twitching hips and a too satisfied smirk on his face.]
As we've established.
[Shit. He has to back up though, just enough so he can reach for the nightstand. Let his wrist flop around for a moment or two and damn this is a shit angle.]
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As we've established.
[Shit. He has to back up though, just enough so he can reach for the nightstand. Let his wrist flop around for a moment or two and damn this is a shit angle.]
For just a moment though, lighten it more.