[Fangs aren't Trevor's biggest concern. Not if the following hours (or any of their encounters previously) are any indication. The slow burn always builds to an inferno, and they're carried away more often than not. But that's part of why it's good. That's part of why it works. It seems like lost parts of Trevor return to him in moments like that; in the depths of it, the hottest moments, inhibitions long-departed, Adrian sees a different side of him. A side that embraces Adrian, embraces this entire bizarre arrangement between them all, and isn't frightened of what it makes him feel.
And hours later, fire finally simmering to embers, Trevor's still wrapped around Adrian. Because the dhampir likes it warm, and Trevor's arm draped over his waist -- body pressed against his side -- is the finest means of achieving that. Reality's slow to creep back in, and Trevor enjoys the afterglow more than he cares to admit.
But even dozing, it's too much to hope that he can just shut up for a minute.]
Shall I take this to mean -- [Trevor pauses to stifle a yawn.] -- that you're a fan of leggings?
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And hours later, fire finally simmering to embers, Trevor's still wrapped around Adrian. Because the dhampir likes it warm, and Trevor's arm draped over his waist -- body pressed against his side -- is the finest means of achieving that. Reality's slow to creep back in, and Trevor enjoys the afterglow more than he cares to admit.
But even dozing, it's too much to hope that he can just shut up for a minute.]
Shall I take this to mean -- [Trevor pauses to stifle a yawn.] -- that you're a fan of leggings?