[It sounds perfect. Not that right now isn't perfect either, with Trevor's front finally freed from fabric. Alucard's left hand traces up his back, over Trevor's shoulder, then down to the front, resting over Trevor's heart. The movement in and of itself? That is joy. But the kiss, oh.
He'd be terrified at any other point. Now, the sense of mine nearly makes him swoon like a maiden, lips parting ever so slightly if Trevor wants to make that possessive statement further in.]
Mmmm. Do I need to be particularly careful with your wings in this place?
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[It sounds perfect. Not that right now isn't perfect either, with Trevor's front finally freed from fabric. Alucard's left hand traces up his back, over Trevor's shoulder, then down to the front, resting over Trevor's heart. The movement in and of itself? That is joy. But the kiss, oh.
He'd be terrified at any other point. Now, the sense of mine nearly makes him swoon like a maiden, lips parting ever so slightly if Trevor wants to make that possessive statement further in.]
Mmmm. Do I need to be particularly careful with your wings in this place?