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[personal profile] quickwhip 2020-03-07 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
S'long as I get to keep kissing you.

[ Words he mumbles with a lazy smile as he complies with what the dhampir asks of him. Hips coming to lift while lips chase after Alucard's for one, two, three kisses he so eagerly drinks up with pleased little noises. ]
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[personal profile] quickwhip 2020-03-08 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ This view... is nice. Very nice. Really very nice and the Belmont can't help but blink a little lazily as strands of brown hair fall in front of his face and blue eyes peek through to catch sight of how Alucard's golden blond hair fans out around him. Almost like a halo. He smiles. ]

Very.

[ To which he leans himself in and lets lips trail open-mouthed kisses slowly down the blond's neck. ]

You're good enough to eat.

[ Words he mumbles through a quiet laugh as a hand smooths its way down the front of the blond's chest and slips between slender legs, stroking teasingly along an arousal he most definitely intends to make harder. ]
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[personal profile] quickwhip 2020-03-08 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Give him all those pretty little sounds you make, Alucard. Because Trevor adores each and every one of them and intends to drag more out with the way he lazily strokes him with his hand, eyes of blue never letting their gaze stray too far from the blond's face. He's so much more softer than he could ever be himself and being with Alucard like this is a mere reminder of what he misses and cherishes when he's away from him for however long his adventures keep him. To come back to this is... nice. So very nice.

He steals a kiss from those lips spilling such lovely sounds for him and he smiles then as fingers brush over that plush bottom lip, mindful of fangs and all. ]


Suck on these?
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[personal profile] quickwhip 2020-03-08 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well look at him being so thoughtful and loving like that. Makes him a little glad the blond talked him out of just flipping him over and fucking him from behind. Not that... he won't do that next time. But the moments like these where he can see and appreciate the sort of attention the blond gives to him... it's nice. He admits it.

He kisses along the blond's jaw as he sucks on those fingers, his others gently stroking along the dhampir's neck. Wanting to touch him. NEEDING to touch him. Just a little more. Before it all becomes so much more... desperate. Well, maybe more on his end. ]


Still think you can take me?

[ A cheeky thing to say but he also just likes hearing it, ok? ]
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[personal profile] quickwhip 2020-03-08 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's what he likes to hear and he pulls Alucard a little closer with a grin on his lips as he keeps touching him. Keeps stroking him. Keeps kissing and nipping and showering him in affection however he can. Because for as rough of a guy as he is, he has his moments. Moments like these between them. ]

God, I hope so.

[ He breathes that out with a moan against Alucard's chin before he comes to pull the dhampir closer and he straightens up himself. Hand curving under a pale calf, he pushes that leg up and lets his lips brush over pale soft skin, pressing one open-mouthed kiss after another along the inside of Alucard's thigh, humming to himself as he does so. ]
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[personal profile] miraclewhip 2020-03-08 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
She’s proud of me most of the time, these days. I think she’s being a little condescending about it. ‘Look who managed to figure out soap!’ That kind of thing.

[ He’s cautious when he continues. ]

Is there anything else that you want me to know? Or that you want us to tell you?
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[personal profile] miraclewhip 2020-03-08 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, you're supposed to figure out what you're trying to get out of me before you butter me up with compliments.

[ And he shakes his head. ]

Nothing that I think you're in a state to answer right now. I think- look. If we stay, we need to figure out how it'll work. Rules.

We don't touch you, for a start. That sound about right?

miraclewhip: does not expect it to last. (Wallachia man happy for once)

[personal profile] miraclewhip 2020-03-08 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I am.

[ He stares out, wide-eyed as they move from cloth to tools and fuel to stalls piled high with bread and vegetables. And after a moment, he reaches out a hand to Alucard's non-cane side. He doesn't expect much, but it's worth a try. ]

So you just keep all the things you'll need here?
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[personal profile] miraclewhip 2020-03-08 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair enough.

In turn, you sit for meals with us. You can be gone the rest of the time, if you need. And you don't have to talk to us, if you don't want to. Just- you know. Exist.
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[personal profile] miraclewhip 2020-03-08 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's enough. More than enough, and he grins. It keeps his attention on Alucard through the whole of the discussion, even through the tempting distraction of the cut flowers a few stalls away. ]

What's next?
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[personal profile] miraclewhip 2020-03-08 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Right then. If you don't have any other rules to suggest, I'm going back to sleep before I'm missed.

[ There isn't a whole lot left in the bottle, between the medicine and Alucard's overfull glass. But he grabs it, draining the rest. ]

We'll see you at breakfast.
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[personal profile] miraclewhip 2020-03-08 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Really?

[ There are a few gardens here. Up on rooftops or window boxes. Attached to the houses of the richer men in other parts of the city. But it's been a while since he'd fed on anything nicer than dust and scraps of meat and the cloth that he bundled the speaker in and scrappy old bandages that wouldn't survive another boiling. He's not suffering, but that doesn't mean a treat wouldn't be nice. ]

Please? I'll make something good for you.