[Alucard presses a tender kiss to Trevor's forehead. He's not as far gone as Trevor is, but he matches that softness perfectly.]
More importantly, we're yours.
[In the sheer mess of emotion that is Trevor Belmont, this seems an important point to underscore. He's so very much undone that the point may not stick, and he'll have to be reminded in other little ways. That's the opposite of a hardship, and one that Alucard looks forward to.
Where Sypha's hand is gives Alucard an idea. One that will at least solve half the problem of the other two being dressed, so far as he can tell. There's another long and slow kiss pressed to Trevor's lips, then Alucard withdraws from the bed in full. Stands up, and gives Sypha just enough time to turn Trevor over so that the two can watch Alucard carefully undress himself, Sypha's hand still at Trevor's hip.
There's a simplicity to the actions that belie exactly how bothered Alucard's become at all of this as well. He'll never turn as pink as Trevor or Sypha do, but his hands are the giveaway. Cufflinks go down on the bedside table, and his fingers shake just a bit. Buttons on his shirt take just a little bit longer to undo, and having two sets of eyes on him cause more fumbles than would be there otherwise. None of that precludes the fact that he folds his shirt properly once it's off (same with his trousers), but God in heaven this is starting to become too much.]
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More importantly, we're yours.
[In the sheer mess of emotion that is Trevor Belmont, this seems an important point to underscore. He's so very much undone that the point may not stick, and he'll have to be reminded in other little ways. That's the opposite of a hardship, and one that Alucard looks forward to.
Where Sypha's hand is gives Alucard an idea. One that will at least solve half the problem of the other two being dressed, so far as he can tell. There's another long and slow kiss pressed to Trevor's lips, then Alucard withdraws from the bed in full. Stands up, and gives Sypha just enough time to turn Trevor over so that the two can watch Alucard carefully undress himself, Sypha's hand still at Trevor's hip.
There's a simplicity to the actions that belie exactly how bothered Alucard's become at all of this as well. He'll never turn as pink as Trevor or Sypha do, but his hands are the giveaway. Cufflinks go down on the bedside table, and his fingers shake just a bit. Buttons on his shirt take just a little bit longer to undo, and having two sets of eyes on him cause more fumbles than would be there otherwise. None of that precludes the fact that he folds his shirt properly once it's off (same with his trousers), but God in heaven this is starting to become too much.]