[Alucard doesn't even register that his grip is at bruising force. He's too invested in getting Trevor exactly where he wants him to be, hair fanning out behind him as a ridiculous golden cascade that is still studded with flowers. There's still a smear of blood over his lips, and for all the world, he is content in this moment.
When air is finally needed (and they both really do need it), Alucard takes the time afforded to appreciate what Trevor looks like right now. Whole, albeit shirtless, wings visible and glowing in the moon light, antlers perfect and present. It's a sight well worth staring at, and he reaches up to put his hand on Trevor's chest and enjoy the feeling of flesh against flesh.
That hand stays where it is as Trevor leans down, and his other returns to Trevor's hip. Fingers slip past fabric, brushing against skin, but none of it is as calculated as Trevor's next move. There is a sharp, delighted gasp as Trevor's lips return to the bruise on his neck, and Alucard makes sure to arch upward and away so that there's more skin to be spoiled rotten.
The trousers only have two buttons. Nothing elaborate or fancy. And with that exploration, Alucard's hips roll forward, clearly trying to help find the buttons.]
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When air is finally needed (and they both really do need it), Alucard takes the time afforded to appreciate what Trevor looks like right now. Whole, albeit shirtless, wings visible and glowing in the moon light, antlers perfect and present. It's a sight well worth staring at, and he reaches up to put his hand on Trevor's chest and enjoy the feeling of flesh against flesh.
That hand stays where it is as Trevor leans down, and his other returns to Trevor's hip. Fingers slip past fabric, brushing against skin, but none of it is as calculated as Trevor's next move. There is a sharp, delighted gasp as Trevor's lips return to the bruise on his neck, and Alucard makes sure to arch upward and away so that there's more skin to be spoiled rotten.
The trousers only have two buttons. Nothing elaborate or fancy. And with that exploration, Alucard's hips roll forward, clearly trying to help find the buttons.]