[Through this, there's a low, content hum from the vampire. A rare noise, made only when he was well and truly contented. It's a noise pressed against Trevor's lips, one that dissolves in each and every kiss. The sweetness, the simplicity, it all feels so right.
The two arms around Trevor's neck shift. One moves, hand in Trevor's hair now, but not moving. Moving it feels like too much right now. The other, the other moves to rest against Trevor's cheek, but it stays there for only a moment. That hand travels down along Trevor's jaw, along his neck, and comes to rest right over his heart. It's a gesture that's impossibly light to the touch, like applying more pressure will make the vampire combust.
Against Trevor's one hand, he presses himself against it. It's warm. He feels warmer for it, and under all of the softness there is still the feeling of want. Wanting to be held and kissed and touched and every other thing that's been denied to them. The fabric on his hip dips as Alucard presses harder against the Belmont, showing more skin.]
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The two arms around Trevor's neck shift. One moves, hand in Trevor's hair now, but not moving. Moving it feels like too much right now. The other, the other moves to rest against Trevor's cheek, but it stays there for only a moment. That hand travels down along Trevor's jaw, along his neck, and comes to rest right over his heart. It's a gesture that's impossibly light to the touch, like applying more pressure will make the vampire combust.
Against Trevor's one hand, he presses himself against it. It's warm. He feels warmer for it, and under all of the softness there is still the feeling of want. Wanting to be held and kissed and touched and every other thing that's been denied to them. The fabric on his hip dips as Alucard presses harder against the Belmont, showing more skin.]