[Where this leads is far, far better than had it happened last night in the midst of drink, snuggling on a floor full of pillows, and a dozen other smaller details that have long since been forgotten. There might have been one or two rough rounds, but the impact of them? Hardly the same.
Because hours of laying in bed together, sober and so terribly in the moment, they carry a greater weight. Some of it is simply from going from a single long, slow note to a full orchestra at it's crescendo, but the rest lies in the emotions that come with it. Trevor's sober, and so everything done is a deliberate choice. Alucard's fully caught up in the moment, distracted from concerns about his parents and however that nightmare has decided to play out over the next few days. They're both present and the center of each other's focus, as close to each other as physically possible. All the kissing, groping, orgasms, everything else pales in comparison.
Or at least that's what Alucard will realize after sitting with his thoughts for some time, thinking long and hard about the past several hours. Now, still pressed close and running almost as warm at Sypha, all he can focus on is his own breathing. It's finally starting to resemble a steady, at rest rate. His eyes are closed, about to drink in the silence and--
--Of course.]
I believe the answer for both of us has been a resounding yes.
[He's too spent to offer something snappier. Or even chide the Belmont for runing a perfectly good moment.]
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Because hours of laying in bed together, sober and so terribly in the moment, they carry a greater weight. Some of it is simply from going from a single long, slow note to a full orchestra at it's crescendo, but the rest lies in the emotions that come with it. Trevor's sober, and so everything done is a deliberate choice. Alucard's fully caught up in the moment, distracted from concerns about his parents and however that nightmare has decided to play out over the next few days. They're both present and the center of each other's focus, as close to each other as physically possible. All the kissing, groping, orgasms, everything else pales in comparison.
Or at least that's what Alucard will realize after sitting with his thoughts for some time, thinking long and hard about the past several hours. Now, still pressed close and running almost as warm at Sypha, all he can focus on is his own breathing. It's finally starting to resemble a steady, at rest rate. His eyes are closed, about to drink in the silence and--
--Of course.]
I believe the answer for both of us has been a resounding yes.
[He's too spent to offer something snappier. Or even chide the Belmont for runing a perfectly good moment.]