[There's a sincerity, even if he'll complain of bullying later. But as for the other question, it's answered with Alucard craning up and kissing his stupid Belmont. It's a long, slow affair, tongue eager to stroke against Trevor's. When he pulls away, it's with a slight smirk.]
Did you want a less sentimental answer? Something about how maybe I want to be sandwiches between you both, struck stupid with desire and beyond articulate? Or to paint something poetic and dirty about how good it'll be to lay out and watch while Sypha tells you what you and and can't do while she sits on top of you, using exact words and all? Or for me to just finally be struck stupid so you can move me around as you please and finally get my shirt off?
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[There's a sincerity, even if he'll complain of bullying later. But as for the other question, it's answered with Alucard craning up and kissing his stupid Belmont. It's a long, slow affair, tongue eager to stroke against Trevor's. When he pulls away, it's with a slight smirk.]
Did you want a less sentimental answer? Something about how maybe I want to be sandwiches between you both, struck stupid with desire and beyond articulate? Or to paint something poetic and dirty about how good it'll be to lay out and watch while Sypha tells you what you and and can't do while she sits on top of you, using exact words and all? Or for me to just finally be struck stupid so you can move me around as you please and finally get my shirt off?
[Because Trevor's is gone. His isn't.]