[He's never leaving them home alone for more than five minutes ever again.
It's the only thought that Alucard manages before Trevor is behind him, holding him much too still, and performing the action that is the genesis of this in the first place: kissing at his neck in all the right ways. Alucard puts effort into not squirming or vocalizing, but that just seems to get Trevor to hold on tighter until Alucard gives up that fight. There's a soft little moan, and his hands seek something to hang onto.
They settle on the rug, but his eyes are on Sypha. He's not sure what expression is on his own face (it's someone very much trying to hide how very turned on they are in this moment), but it seems that his face and noises are secondary. She has risen from her throne and the kitty mug of wine, tipsier for her time there and doubtlessly full of more ideas.
He could do without the princeling though. There's a look of could you not? in his eyes when she says the word (Trevor will get the same look next time it's used), but that's all. His chin in her hands is too much. His cheeks have color in them, actual redness not the threat of pale pink that often goes with a vampire's blush, and he has to think about what he says next.
They're working for this, goddamnit. He can't address Trevor's punishment comment, but Sypha's he can try.]
It seems more like lust from my current angle. Especially with what you want.
[He's trying not to smirk as he says it. The vampire? The vampire is failing.]
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It's the only thought that Alucard manages before Trevor is behind him, holding him much too still, and performing the action that is the genesis of this in the first place: kissing at his neck in all the right ways. Alucard puts effort into not squirming or vocalizing, but that just seems to get Trevor to hold on tighter until Alucard gives up that fight. There's a soft little moan, and his hands seek something to hang onto.
They settle on the rug, but his eyes are on Sypha. He's not sure what expression is on his own face (it's someone very much trying to hide how very turned on they are in this moment), but it seems that his face and noises are secondary. She has risen from her throne and the kitty mug of wine, tipsier for her time there and doubtlessly full of more ideas.
He could do without the princeling though. There's a look of could you not? in his eyes when she says the word (Trevor will get the same look next time it's used), but that's all. His chin in her hands is too much. His cheeks have color in them, actual redness not the threat of pale pink that often goes with a vampire's blush, and he has to think about what he says next.
They're working for this, goddamnit. He can't address Trevor's punishment comment, but Sypha's he can try.]
It seems more like lust from my current angle. Especially with what you want.
[He's trying not to smirk as he says it. The vampire? The vampire is failing.]