[A beautiful, stupid human face that's so far gone that it ought to be obscene. But somehow it isn't. There's a greater intimacy to looking at that face than Alucard thought was ever possible, and yet there they are. All three of them tangled up, brought to a perfect momentary stillness because Trevor's face is at the height of beautiful perfection.
Alucard's hands wrap around Trevor's waist. Moves so that his chest is flush against Trevor's back, meaning that Sypha's hands don't have terribly far to go. There's a terrible groan from Alucard as her nails find that exact spot, and the way he shudders means that Trevor's going to feel every inch of it.
For spite, his other hand goes under Trevor's other side and rests on Sypha's breast. Gropes gently, and as Alucard does so, there's a single thrust. Just to test and see what direction everyone is going to move in. See how long Trevor might last.]
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Alucard's hands wrap around Trevor's waist. Moves so that his chest is flush against Trevor's back, meaning that Sypha's hands don't have terribly far to go. There's a terrible groan from Alucard as her nails find that exact spot, and the way he shudders means that Trevor's going to feel every inch of it.
For spite, his other hand goes under Trevor's other side and rests on Sypha's breast. Gropes gently, and as Alucard does so, there's a single thrust. Just to test and see what direction everyone is going to move in. See how long Trevor might last.]