[Alucard's all set to snap shut up with all the love in the world, but he's saved the effort thanks to Trevor threatening to be almost as overwhelmed as he is. Thank God for it, because it could potentially ruin the moment and that? That is the last thing Alucard wants. He wants this. All of this joyful perfection, movement carefully considered and even restrained all things considered.
His own hands know exactly how sensitive Trevor's spine is, and so they brush against it sparingly. Just when Trevor's gaze is lifted that tiniest bit further upward. When Alucard feels another lilac shake free of his hair. When he can feel himself rubbing but hard against Trevor's stomach, the threat of finishing before he feels ready ever looming. This is all softness, yes, but the focus shouldn't be on himself and himself alone.
When Trevor's forehead falls against Aucard's chest, the vampire tries to nudge it upward. It fails, since all Alucard can manage is nuzzle the top of his head, but an attempt is made all the same.]
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His own hands know exactly how sensitive Trevor's spine is, and so they brush against it sparingly. Just when Trevor's gaze is lifted that tiniest bit further upward. When Alucard feels another lilac shake free of his hair. When he can feel himself rubbing but hard against Trevor's stomach, the threat of finishing before he feels ready ever looming. This is all softness, yes, but the focus shouldn't be on himself and himself alone.
When Trevor's forehead falls against Aucard's chest, the vampire tries to nudge it upward. It fails, since all Alucard can manage is nuzzle the top of his head, but an attempt is made all the same.]
Don't look down there. Please.