[Alucard knows, even in dreams, that this is delicate work. He doesn't remain entirely still of course - how can he? Not with the warmth of Trevor's lips against his thighs and the terrible hardness that's now demanding so much attention.
He's propped himself up on his elbows, forearms bearing the whole of Alucard's weight. Like this he can see everything, and if he feels daring (and oh, Alucard does), he can reach one arm out and stroke through Trevor's hair with a delicacy that borders on true adoration. Everything is overwhelming, and it's only going to be more overwhelming in a few moments.
Nope. Never mind, the overwhelming starts now, with the way that finger curls. There's a loud whine of utter pleasure that responds to it, Alucard struggling not to arch upward entirely. God. God this is too much already.]
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He's propped himself up on his elbows, forearms bearing the whole of Alucard's weight. Like this he can see everything, and if he feels daring (and oh, Alucard does), he can reach one arm out and stroke through Trevor's hair with a delicacy that borders on true adoration. Everything is overwhelming, and it's only going to be more overwhelming in a few moments.
Nope. Never mind, the overwhelming starts now, with the way that finger curls. There's a loud whine of utter pleasure that responds to it, Alucard struggling not to arch upward entirely. God. God this is too much already.]
Yes. Please.
[The two words drip with wanting.]